Lu Xiaotian was taken aback. He had been on guard against Xiang Yihang making a move against him, but he had never expected Xiang Yihang's first target to be the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast.
In his haste, Lu Xiaotian summoned the blood qilin phantom formed by the array to block the attack. But Xiang Yihang had been poised to strike, and Lu Xiaotian couldn't possibly stop him completely in such a hurry. The sword still pierced the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast's vital spot.
Boom! The power inside the Dragon-Scale Yang Sword erupted, blasting a gaping hole in the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast's back and leaving its flesh a bloody mess. The beast let out a shriek as Xiang Yihang's strike forced it back to its original form. Its bull-headed humanoid shape became that of an eight-legged bull once more.
After reverting to its original form, the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast flashed aside, evading the Dragon-Scale Yang Sword's follow-up attack. But its aura had already weakened to the point of collapse.
The Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast stared at Xiang Yihang in anger and fear, then at everyone inside the Blood Cauldron Array. Now that it had been ambushed and its strength had suffered greatly, those it had once called fellow cultivators could take its life in the blink of an eye. Even Lu Xiaotian, its ally, might not be trustworthy.
The woman in colorful clothes and the old man with the upturned nose had only wounded the mirage wolves across from them; they hadn't managed to finish them off. Faced with the sudden upheaval inside the array, they were at a loss for a moment.
"You think that seriously wounding the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast means you've got me cornered?" Lu Xiaotian stared at Xiang Yihang. He couldn't help admiring the