As the sword shadow soundlessly flew toward him, the Nine Calamities Demon Dragon realized that the surrounding space had already solidified. His retreat was cut off.
Escaping directly was now nothing but a fantasy in the face of such a powerful enemy. He could only struggle with all his might.
He had to seek life in death, to see if he could force open a gap. He knew the odds were slim, but he had no other choice.
The Nine Calamities Demon Dragon had already lost three heads and was entangled by the Five Elements Dragon-Evolving Divine Needles. Now the Dragon Soul Flying Sword was coming for him as well.
Facing this peerless sword strike, the Nine Calamities Demon Dragon knew he had to stake everything on one desperate attempt. With three of his nine heads gone, ordinary methods were no longer an option.
The Nine Calamities Demon Dragon's body transformed into a spear. The aura of calamity on it was compressed to the utmost, and in an instant it shot away like lightning.
"That strike wasn't bad." A hint of approval passed through Lu Xiaotian's eyes. The spear was divided into nine rings, each representing one of the nine calamities. They appeared to be joined together, but could split into nine in an instant.
If Lu Xiaotian's eyesight had not been exceptional, he would not have spotted the trick so quickly. The Nine Calamities Demon Dragon's combat strength had increased substantially compared with years ago, and his ability to save his own skin had improved by more than one level. Still, it was his bad luck to run into Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred. The flying sword quivered, and nine overlapping sword shadows appeared.
"Slay!" At a soft command, the flying sword struck before the spear could.