The two close friends were both pale-faced, coughing blood as they flew backward. Like a bloodstained tulip and a white rose, their injuries did nothing to diminish their peerless beauty. From any angle, they looked like immortal maidens transcending the mortal world, enough to make holy sons and even First Generations feel ashamed of their own inferiority.
Without a sound, Xiao Tian also spotted that figure. He looked tall and burly, majestic and imposing, possessing a terrifying, suffocating power that weighed upon the mind. Unfortunately, he had no head.
In the end, the headless powerhouse did not continue his slaughter. The great commotion elsewhere drew him away, and he charged toward the golden warship.
Xiao Tian saw that Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng had acted, deliberately drawing him over and indirectly rescuing the disciples from their predicament. Facing a monster like this offered no meaningful training at all.
After watching for a few moments, Xiao Tian paid it no further attention.
He went straight to the Witch, the War Goddess, and the Dragon Maiden, helping each of them cultivate intensively for three days. With his current strength, the three women could only endure three days each. Every one of them gained enormously, as though she had consumed immortal medicine-a tremendously nourishing tonic.
Cultivating in the Phoenix Blood Pool had already transformed each of them, bringing them into Heavenly God Perfection. Moreover, their physical bodies were no weaker than those of Wang Xi and Princess Yaoyue, despite the latter two's imperial blood.
The Witch in particular was Wang Xi's equal even in Primordial Spirit strength, reaching a level comparable to Void Dao Realm Perfection.
Her talent in the Primordial Spirit was unmistakable, after all, and the techniques she possessed were by no means weak. The Thunder Emperor Technique, the Immortal Grave Technique,