"Who goes there? You don't look like those shorties of the Giant Stone Clan." Two wisps of ghost-green spiritfire flickered within the wolf-head skull's hollow gaze, and it let out a soft exclamation of surprise when it spotted Lu Xiaotian.
"A Golden Core-stage skeleton." Lu Xiaotian stopped his departing footsteps, looking up and down at the wolf-head skull that stood over two zhang tall.
"This commander is the Pact-Wolf Ghost Commander, kid. Surrender your life at once!" As the wolf-head skull spoke, its bared teeth clacked together up and down, accompanied by the distinctive clicking sound of a skeleton.
It swung the large axe in its hand, sweeping toward Lu Xiaotian amidst a massive billow of black Qi.
"A Tier 7 Pact-Wolf Ghost Commander?" Lu Xiaotian sighed, extending his left hand to grab directly at the bone battle-axe.
"Courting death! You actually dare to look down on this commander." Sensing Lu Xiaotian's arrogance, the wolf-head skull let out a stern shout, the downward-chopping speed of the battle-axe in its hand increasing by a few notches.
Clang! Like striking an indestructible mountain rock, Lu Xiaotian's figure swayed, flying forward almost pressed against the shaft of the battle-axe.
Bang! A massive amount of bones across the wolf-head skull's chest fractured and exploded outward. The wolf-head skull let out a miserable screech as infinite terror surged within its eyes, and a vast quantity of putrid stench puffed out from its chest—this was precisely the highly toxic fluid produced by a ghost core, the quintessential essence of a ghost cultivator. Ordinary Golden Core cultivators simply wouldn't dare let such toxic pill-fluid touch their bodies, but a tyrannical surge of magic Qi burst directly out from within Lu Xiaotian's body.
Yet this highly toxic pill-fluid seemed specifically designed to pierce through a cultivator's magic Qi