Luo Ping'er felt as if she were dreaming. She felt much the same as Zhu Xianyu had, instinctively assuming that no matter how strong Lu Xiaotian was, he was still only a Golden Core cultivator. But his performance had completely exceeded her understanding. Even a spirit-linked magic artifact controlled by a Golden Core cultivator was far more powerful than an ordinary Core Essence magic artifact.
Luo Ping'er had only been grazed from afar by the edge of Chi Tianhong's black battle halberd, yet she had been badly injured. Lu Xiaotian, however, had met the attacks of both the purple hammer and the black battle halberd with his bare hands. How could he still be a Golden Core cultivator?
And yet Lu Xiaotian was indeed still at the Golden Core stage. Luo Ping'er had no idea that, to end the fight as quickly as possible, Lu Xiaotian had used not only the Bat King's Dharma Wings, but also the Devouring Soul Art to absorb the Primordial Spirit essence of the Tenth Tier Iron-Spined Demon Suanni.
At this point, even if Lu Xiaotian faced a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator head-on, he would not lose in a short time, even under suppression. In truth, he was already on par with a Nascent Soul Ancestor. Naturally, sweeping aside a few Golden Core cultivators posed no problem at all.
As he poured several healing pills into Luo Ping'er's mouth, Lu Xiaotian withdrew the Primordial Spirit essence of the Iron-Spined Demon Suanni. He had used only a small portion of its power, leaving the rest for later. For now, their escape depended mainly on the Bat King's Dharma Wings.
After finally refining a top-grade Nascent Soul Formation Pill, he had somehow landed in this whole mess. Lu Xiaotian was rather annoyed, but now that he