Lu Xiaotian had always excelled in his Primordial Spirit. Even if the other party's cultivation was more profound, now that they had only just exchanged blows, there was no way Lu Xiaotian could evade such a method. Sword light flickered in his eyes as well. Their gazes intertwined, and the profundities of laws, along with the blade and sword radiance of both sides, remained locked in a stalemate.
A surge of thunderous and sharp metallic energy arrived in succession. In the space between them, vast amounts of law profundities were directly obliterated under the impact of that terrifying aura, while dense cracks appeared throughout their field of vision.
"Your Primordial Spirit is quite impressive. You have not entered the Heavenly Dragon Realm for long, yet you have already reached such a level." A trace of surprise showed on Wen Yan's face.
Lu Xiaotian had been visibly suppressed in his battle against the Witch Emperor earlier, allowing one to roughly gauge the extent of his cultivation and strength.
Given his relatively clear cultivation level, his Primordial Spirit should not have been much stronger either—at least, it should not have posed any serious threat to her. Yet once they truly clashed, she discovered that things differed somewhat from what she had imagined. The strength of his Primordial Spirit had clearly exceeded her expectations.
"You're not weak either," Lu Xiaotian replied blandly, though he was also somewhat astonished inwardly.
He had fought countless powerful foes. When their strength was close, or even when they were somewhat stronger than him, Lu Xiaotian had never encountered anyone whose Primordial Spirit alone could stand on equal footing with his. Wen Yan before him had not surpassed him, but she had already come extremely close.
"Such strength of Primordial Spirit is indeed rare in this world. But