In fact, Lu Xiaotian had left a secondary Primordial Spirit inside the Battle Tiger Puppet. But this wasn't the time to explain secondary Primordial Spirits to these Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Star-Moon Demon Sect, who had only just sworn allegiance.
Lu Xiaotian glanced at the Golden Core cultivator pinned to the deck. Leaving him alive would be a nuisance, big or small. The man's heart thudded wildly. Before he could speak, a streak of Sword Qi entered between his brows, and his mind instantly went hazy.
The Golden Core cultivator had, by then, been somewhat inclined to swear allegiance. But a sliver of hope still lingered in his heart, and he wanted to stall a little longer. That brief delay ultimately cost him his life. Lu Xiaotian didn't want to kill more cultivators who had little ability to fight back. After all, killing low-level cultivators held no appeal.
Even with that fellow at the Golden Core Early Stage, if Lu Xiaotian hadn't found him troublesome to keep around—and feared he might cause trouble aboard the ship and threaten Miao Ruolin and the others—he wouldn't have bothered to act. If the man had known what was good for him, Lu Xiaotian would probably have spared his life. But in the end, he had waited too long.
After killing the Golden Core Early Stage cultivator, Lu Xiaotian leapt down from the flying warship amid the terrified stares of the many Foundation Establishment cultivators. He flew toward the cultivators of the Mystic Ice Sect and Void Heaven Sect, who were now left unguarded. The Jiesheng Sect's camp was in chaos; even sending Yuan Min down would be risky. If he wanted to bring these cultivators aboard, Lu Xiaotian would have to do it himself.
"You—you're Senior Lu!" A burly man in the