"If you think you're strong enough, by all means, give it a try! Let's see whether you can get away before the city guards arrive."
Facing the Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, Lu Xiaotian answered coldly. Killing just one Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator with a horse-like face wasn't enough to cow everyone; the Golden Core Late Stage cultivators, at least, wouldn't be too afraid. Though he didn't want to fight one of them head-on, he had to show enough strength to warn off the people who kept lurking nearby.
"Have the Netherhound deal with the person stealing the spiritual treasures," Lu Xiaotian sent to Cao Kun. At the same time, he brought out the Fire Flood Dragon Bow, swallowed the soul essence of an eighth-order beast, and shot directly at the scrawny Golden Core Early Stage youth who had begun to retreat in panic.
The Fire Flood Dragon Arrow tore through the air, roaring like a gigantic fire flood dragon. It chased the wind and raced the moon, its speed far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator.
Though Cao Kun's cultivation had fallen, his experience was still extensive. The instant he saw Lu Xiaotian's plan, he understood and immediately gave the Netherhound its orders. Seeing the terrifying fire flood dragon, the scrawny youth hurriedly swung a shovel-shaped magical artifact at the arrow. At the same time, he warily raised a protective barrier. But Lu Xiaotian had swallowed an eighth-order beast's soul essence to make an example of them, and combined with his own magical power, the arrow he loosed was difficult for even a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator to take without a scratch, let alone a Golden Core Early Stage cultivator. The gap in their cultivation alone was immense.
With a clang, the shovel the scrawny youth had