"Do you really think that your ninth-tier body cultivation lets you run rampant on my island? What a joke." The black-robed, ghost-masked man gave a hoarse laugh. Despite his enormous frame beneath the robe, he moved with astonishing speed and a touch of lightness. In a flash, he was in front of Lu Xiaotian.
His hand came down over Lu Xiaotian's head like the seal of a Heaven-Supporting Pagoda.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He knew that a ninth-tier body cultivator's explosive strength was beyond what an ordinary Golden Core Late Stage cultivator could imagine. For this clay-figurine puppet to still dare use such a move, relying on its size to overwhelm him, showed astonishing confidence.
It seemed the clay-figurine puppets had made quite a bit of progress over the years. Lu Xiaotian gave a quiet snort. He had seen plenty in Pill King City who dared to act this arrogantly in front of him, despite being below the Nascent Soul Realm. In the end, he had given them all a thorough beating. After several such fights, the Golden Core cultivators in Pill King City had lost all courage to enter the War Immortal Tower and challenge him.
Fine, then. He would see just how far the clay-figurine puppet had advanced.
As the huge hand came down, Lu Xiaotian raised his left hand to meet it, as if holding up a pagoda.
A tremendous force bore down on his hand. It was indeed formidable, but still within Lu Xiaotian's limits.
Soon, a chill crept across Lu Xiaotian's face. After all these years, they were still using the same trick.
One attacker was in the open, the other in the shadows. While the black-robed, ghost-masked man in front kept him occupied, a gust of wind flashed behind Lu