Amid several astonished gazes, the man who had been lying on the ground, frozen beneath a thick layer of ice by an ice-element spirit talisman, suddenly broke free with a crack. He pulled the spikes directly from his abdomen, and the wound that had been bleeding moments ago began healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
With a shake of his body, Lu Xiaotian flung away every shard of ice clinging to him. Aside from being somewhat pale and still carrying a few internal injuries, the depletion of the Dharma Pearl's power meant those injuries had little effect on the battle at hand.
As for why he had chosen the Life-Claiming Infant Monk as his target for the ambush, Lu Xiaotian had considered it carefully. The person he had originally wanted to ambush most was Xiang Sicheng. This man was far too deep and calculating. Though he was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, Lu Xiaotian vaguely felt that he was his greatest threat.
This man had hidden too many methods, and Lu Xiaotian was not confident he could kill him in a single strike. Since that was the case, he might as well settle for the next best thing and kill his follower, the Life-Claiming Infant Monk, cutting off one of his arms. Under ordinary circumstances, Xiang Sicheng would not have cared much even if he lost the Life-Claiming Infant Monk; after all, his forces were formidable.
But by now, the followers at his side had nearly all been eliminated. Old Monster Mu had died miserably at the hands of the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni, while the Life-Claiming Infant Monk had been ambushed and killed by Lu Xiaotian. Xiang Sicheng was now utterly alone. Even if he had hidden methods remaining, amid such a tangled and chaotic