(Well, I'll be away for a while. I have enough chapters saved up to last a few days, so I'll try to get back before they run out and keep the updates going. As for typos and such, I really don't have time to check. Please bear with me.)
But what pleased Xu Wan even more than escaping danger was Lu Xiaotian's attitude. She had truly worried that, faced with such a powerful enemy and with little chance of victory, Lu Xiaotian might put on a show without making any real effort, then flee as soon as things looked bad. She hadn't expected him to keep his word so faithfully and resolve her crisis with a single move.
Although Lu Xiaotian's aura just now showed that he was still only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, the purity of his magic power was hardly inferior to hers. And when she thought of the rumors that even Dou Fenghu had suffered a crushing defeat at his hands, she found herself placing some faith in Lu Xiaotian. She stepped aside as he'd asked and said, "The Soul-Reaping Infant Monk is incredibly powerful. Be careful, Fellow Daoist Lu."
"You're only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, yet you dare speak so boldly? Today, I'll use your flesh and Primordial Spirit to feed my Soul-Reaping Ghost Pearls!" Hearing Lu Xiaotian's brazen words, the Soul-Reaping Infant Monk's temper flared. He swept a hand forward, and the string of beads looped around his fingers shot away.
Wooo...
A chorus of unbearably shrill wails rang out. The skull beads transformed into bones the size of infants, wailing so mournfully that it tore at the heart and entrails.
Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators who heard them from too close could even lose control of their minds and die. Even