The scene of Cao Sheng's battle with the Life-Reaping Infant Monk was a wreck. Countless trees had been toppled. Elsewhere, Cao Bao and two Golden Core Cultivators in the Cao Household's service—a middle-aged couple—were fighting a one-eyed old woman in a yellow robe, yet the three of them couldn't gain the slightest advantage.
Hearing Cao Sheng's shout, Cao Bao and the others lit up with delight.
"Whoever you are, you'd best not meddle in this. You might regret it." The Life-Reaping Infant Monk gave a cold snort. Unless the newcomer was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, there were very few Golden Core Cultivators who could interfere in his business.
Lu Xiaotian replied calmly, "And what if I insist on getting involved?"
"It's you!" The Life-Reaping Infant Monk was about to say more when his gaze swept over and landed on Lu Xiaotian, who had arrived alongside Cao Xi'er. That head of silver hair and that calm, unruffled expression were exactly as they had been during their battle some time ago. The Life-Reaping Infant Monk abruptly abandoned Cao Sheng and shot back several hundred yards. A menacing, sinister aura surged from him.
Cao Xi'er went cold all over. Terror filled her eyes as she looked at the Life-Reaping Infant Monk; she felt that the slightest move from him could end her life. Without thinking, she edged closer to Lu Xiaotian.
Even Cao Sheng had been trapped in a struggle with the Crying Infant Rings controlled by the Life-Reaping Infant Monk, charging this way and that but unable to break out. Yet now, the Life-Reaping Infant Monk had held the upper hand, and still he retreated so far at the sight of Lu Xiaotian. Cao Sheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked from the Life-Reaping Infant Monk's utterly furious face