Old Monster Mu drifted down from the air, his face pale, yet a faint smile rested on it. "Fellow Daoist Lu is indeed formidable. This old man willingly admits defeat. With Fellow Daoist Lu's cultivation, few among all Golden Core cultivators could stand against you. Losing to Fellow Daoist Lu was no unjust defeat."
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist. This was not a life-and-death battle. Some methods cannot be used lightly, yet they are precisely what can ultimately determine victory or defeat." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. Since the other party was no longer attacking, he naturally could not be bothered to waste more spiritual power.
Lu Xiaotian was not deliberately being modest. In truth, Old Monster Mu's cultivation was even deeper than his own. However, the nine-colored Golden Core formed within Lu Xiaotian's body possessed its own unique mysteries. In terms of spiritual power, he was no weaker than Old Monster Mu, which was why the Misty Flying Sword could fight the several Soul-Extinguishing Demon Vines to a standstill. Yet while controlling the Misty Sword in battle, he was not hindered in the slightest from using the Devouring Soul Art. When Old Monster Mu fought him alone, it was in fact little different from battling two Golden Core Late Stage cultivators.
Deep spiritual power was only one aspect. Once one reached Golden Core Late Stage, one would always possess some formidable methods. Lu Xiaotian, for instance, still had several techniques he had not used. If Old Monster Mu truly fought for his life, it remained uncertain whose deer would die and whose hand would claim it.
However, though Lu Xiaotian said so, the others did not see it that way. Jin Changdao in particular had turned green in the face. He had never imagined that such an expert had