Seeing the sky-high killing intent in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, the tower-like man felt even more horrified. He was already at the Golden Core Late Stage, and he had seen his share of top experts at that level. But this young man before him surpassed anything he could have imagined.
Not only was his strength astonishing, but he fought with near-madness. The man's spear flashes struck him without inflicting much damage, while his own attacks were far stronger. How was he supposed to fight this?
"Fall back!" the tower-like man roared. All the arrogance he had shown when he charged in was gone, replaced by fear welling up from the depths of his heart—the fear of death.
"Sword Rain!" Lu Xiaotian's killing intent had now been roused to its fullest. Faced with so many enemies, how could he possibly hold back? Even his pupils had turned blood-red, and the bloodlight shining in his eyes seemed almost tangible.
At Lu Xiaotian's command, the razor-sharp Misty Flying Sword trembled in the air, splitting from one into two, two into four, four into eight, and continuing to multiply. Countless Sword Qi rained down from above.
Within a hundred yards in every direction, wherever the eye could see, it fell like a waterfall, leaving nowhere to escape.
The Sword Qi seemed to have eyes of its own as it swept over the tower-like man and the five people behind him.
All six, the tower-like man included, frantically summoned their own magical artifacts to withstand the terrifying Sword Rain.
The protective treasures on their bodies were being destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A scream rang out. The woman with the weakest cultivation, at the Golden Core Early Stage, lasted only a few breaths before dozens of holes were pierced through her body.