Although he had seen the distress signal sent back by Luo Xiaotian's team, Xu Xuan was not anxious.
Because Xu Qiang had not sent out a distress signal as well!
That meant everything was actually still under control!
Perhaps he's about to break through to the Saint Realm too! When that happens, should I persuade him to return to the Black Dragon Empire?
Anticipation flashed in Xu Xuan's eyes. In a sense, Luo Xiaotian's aptitude and natural talent were absolutely no weaker than his own.
Xu Xuan had always held high expectations for him, yet his performance had grown increasingly mediocre.
I'll leave it to Xu Qiang!
After a moment's consideration, Xu Xuan suppressed the idea of rushing over to help.
He knew that if he rushed over immediately, that damned fatty would definitely grow complacent and shift all the pressure onto him.
"Break!"
Meanwhile, Xu Qiang, who had been hiding nearby, could no longer hold back.
From his perspective, Luo Xiaotian was already in absolute danger. No matter what, he had to act.
Accompanied by a terrifying roar that shook the soul, a streak of cold light suddenly descended from the sky.
Xu Qiang plunged down headfirst. The desiccated corpses clinging tightly to Luo Xiaotian froze for an instant, and a terrifying strike had already landed on them.
"Boom!"
An earth-shaking sound rang out as more than a dozen mangled figures went flying in all directions, yet Luo Xiaotian, who stood at the very center, was actually unharmed!
Such was the might of a Saint. Xu Qiang's control over his power had long since reached an inconceivable level.
"You can do that?"
Luo Xiaotian stared at the scene, dumbfounded. In fact, his situation was far better than anyone else imagined.
Large numbers of Soul Clan members had charged into