Before the hook-nosed man could react, another transparent, graceful flying sword, wreathed in murderous intent, drifted toward him. At a glance, it was still several hundred zhang away, but by the time he realized what was happening, it had already closed to within a few zhang.
The hook-nosed man's face went pale with terror. He chanted a spell, then opened his mouth and spat out a mass of green fire, which transformed in midair into a gleaming mirror.
Lu Xiaotian gave a soft exclamation. The divine sense he had attached to the Misty Flying Sword suddenly stalled, and he lost track of the hook-nosed man. Everywhere his divine sense probed, he found only a sea of starlight.
Lu Xiaotian hurriedly switched to another secondary Primordial Spirit. The Misty Flying Sword flashed forward in another fierce slash. The hazy yellow mirror seemed to have little defensive power. With a sharp crack, the sword pierced straight through it. A scream rang out from the other side. The hook-nosed man had been cut in half, and a cloud of yellow mist carried his upper body as he fled in panic. He didn't even have time to retrieve the Green-Phosphorus Mystic Fire Star-Dipper Ruler, which the Earthsplitter Saber had knocked away.
"Stop him!" Lu Xiaotian sent a telepathic message to Yuan Min. The hook-nosed man was a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, but he was badly weakened, and both his Primordial Spirit and physical body had been injured by Lu Xiaotian's Misty Flying Sword. With most of his strength gone, Yuan Min could handle him.
"How dare you!" The battle had unfolded in the span of a few breaths. By the time Situ Jingfeng came to his senses, the fight between Lu Xiaotian and his second senior brother was already over. It was too