Smack! Smack! Smack!
Three resounding slaps rang out. Cao Bao and the other two spat blood at the same time, several teeth flying from their mouths as their bodies flipped backward through the air. They tumbled several zhang before finally stopping.
The three stared at Lu Xiaotian in utter terror. They had thought they had merely encountered an ordinary passerby. The magical artifact he used was plain and unremarkable, even noticeably inferior to any of theirs. He looked about their age and bore not the slightest air of an expert. Had they not seen him flying through the air on a sword, Cao Bao and the others might even have mistaken him for a Qi Refining cultivator.
Unfortunately, they had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary young man was actually a Golden Core cultivator. Those once-unremarkable eyes now seemed, to Cao Bao and the others, filled with the cold indifference of one who viewed them as no more than grass and ants. Recalling how they had offended him moments ago and even brazenly threatened to take his life, they felt as though they had fallen into an ice cellar, their entire bodies freezing cold despite the blazing summer heat.
Xu Ying's mouth fell open as well. Like Cao Sheng and the others, she had clearly not expected to encounter a Golden Core cultivator. With a casual wave of his hand, he had slapped Cao Bao and the others away as though swatting flies, sending them flying while coughing blood without even giving them time to react. She had seen Golden Core cultivators make their moves before. Cao Bao and the others were now at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage; although they were still no match for Golden Core cultivators, they came from Golden Core lineages and possessed foundations far beyond