Cao Guang before him was already exceptionally powerful among early-stage Golden Core cultivators. Having fought monsters for years, he was steeped in a baleful aura of blood. Even ordinary Golden Core cultivators would lose their composure to some degree when facing him.
"Kid, you don't look very old. Young and hot-blooded people always do impulsive things. Normally, I'd let it go, but you just had to lay hands on someone from the Marquis of Zhenwei's residence." Cao Guang gave a feral grin and slammed his heavy palm toward Lu Xiaotian's chest. A pair of black gauntlets appeared over his fan-sized hands.
This man actually followed the close-combat path as well. His style was incomparably fierce, and the enormous palm shadow nearly enveloped Lu Xiaotian completely.
Cultivators like this were not necessarily body cultivators, but their fighting styles were vicious, and their attacks were extremely dangerous. Those who could survive battles with monsters usually possessed extraordinary abilities.
"Looking for death!" Cao Guang saw that Lu Xiaotian neither dodged nor retreated, but stood there like a block of wood, watching his attack approach with an utterly calm gaze.
At this moment, Cao Guang was still filled with baleful power and had yet to fully recover from the great battle. His temperament had inevitably been affected, making him more bloodthirsty and violent than ordinary people. Although the invisible force around Lu Xiaotian had already dispersed his palm shadow, causing Cao Guang's heart to tighten, he had seen every kind of perilous situation on the battlefield.
In Cao Guang's eyes, Lu Xiaotian's composure became contempt. Enraged, Cao Guang once more slammed his iron palm toward Lu Xiaotian's chest. This strike was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The distance of several dozen zhang vanished in a flash.
But just as Cao Guang