It seemed that unless he possessed power beyond his current tier in the future, he absolutely could not act rashly again. This time, he had been fortunate enough to encounter someone as extravagantly wealthy as Xiang Sicheng, far beyond what ordinary cultivators could imagine. Even if one were confident in one's own reserves, combined, they still could not withstand the strike of that ice-element spiritual talisman; not even the Primordial Spirit could escape being frozen.
Lu Xiaotian lay on the ground. A thick layer of ice had already crawled up from the earth and covered his body, sealing him beneath it. He was not far from the center of the great battle between the two sides, and the alternating waves of heat and cold made him exceedingly uncomfortable.
In truth, Old Monster Mu had died mainly because he had been struck by the spikes fired by the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni. The fire-element spiritual power within those spikes happened to restrain Old Monster Mu to a certain extent. His spiritual power had congealed and could not gather for a time. Even a Golden Core cultivator would be badly injured from falling more than a hundred zhang through the air without spiritual power protecting him, let alone Old Monster Mu, who had already been gravely wounded when he fell.
Even though Lu Xiaotian could not gather his spiritual power, his physical body had already reached the formidable Eighth Tier. The strength of his body alone was comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator. In terms of physical toughness and resistance to blows, he and Old Monster Mu could not be mentioned in the same breath. Even if he had fallen from several times greater a height than Old Monster Mu, it meant nothing to him.
As Lu Xiaotian