The Cave Ape Ghost King wore a pained expression. This white-bone wolf-fang club had followed him through countless battles and annihilated several mortal enemies. It was the treasure he was proudest of. He simply had not expected it to be damaged so severely in the hands of this silver-haired brat. Restoring it afterward would not be easy. Without this handy ghost weapon, his strength would be reduced by quite a bit.
"Brat, the sword formation is damaged now. Let's see what else you can do!" After putting away his badly damaged white-bone wolf-fang club, the Cave Ape Ghost King soared into the air in a blaze of fury. His body came crashing down on Lu Xiaotian like a mountain. Two streams of black qi spiraled from his nostrils like pythons, forming a protective barrier around him.
At this moment, with rage clouding his judgment, the Cave Ape Ghost King was willing to risk being burned by the spiritfire just to kill this human before him. His fan-sized claw slammed down toward Lu Xiaotian's head. Before the claw even arrived, a chilling palm force thundered down. The white-bone wolf-fang club was merely the ghost weapon he was proudest of. In the past, he had been a mid-stage Ghost King expert. Even though he had now fallen a level in cultivation, his insight remained. Naturally, the Cave Ape Ghost King had more than just that one method.
Lu Xiaotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of mockery. The Misty Sword Formation had indeed been damaged, but that was not because it was fragile. Rather, he had yet to fully master the principles behind its transformations. Otherwise, with the formation's ability to attack and defend in equal measure, even if the Cave Ape Ghost King had used