As the old man with triangular eyes stared in disbelief, an irresistible force sent him tumbling backward through the air.
In his sight, the blood wolf that had burst from the Blood Wolf Drum after the latest strike was slapped squarely on the head by Lu Xiaotian. The wolf instantly shattered into pieces.
Lu Xiaotian remained impassive and glided toward him with astonishing lightness, completely unhindered. The old man tried to control his scarlet spear to save himself, but Lu Xiaotian had already blocked it with the Misty Flying Sword.
"Spare me... spare my life..." His Eighth-Tier Daluo Demon Butterfly had been killed by an arrow, and his Blood Wolf Drum had been smashed with a bare hand. His scarlet spear, a Core Essence magic weapon, was held off by the silver-haired cultivator's sharp little sword. Even if the old man still had other tricks up his sleeve, with the two of them already so close, he had no time to use them.
"Isn't it a little late to call it quits now?" Lu Xiaotian gave a cool smile. His right hand, resting on the saber hilt at his waist, drew it out and flicked it. In an instant, the Earthsplitter Saber became a streak of golden light.
Horrified, the old man with triangular eyes had no time to think and tried to flee. But the Earthsplitter Saber, launched from Lu Xiaotian's hand, was much faster. It slashed down from above the old man's head.
The old man hurriedly ducked, but the Earthsplitter Saber sliced down his neck. With a series of cracking bones, his body split in two. The part still attached to his head let out a shrill scream.
Lu Xiaotian flicked out an arc of lightning, which struck the old man's fleeing Primordial Spirit.
Watching the old