Chapter 855: Annihilation
ill worth a try to keep them safe.Lu Xiaoxian turned around, a flash of killing intent in his eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, he discovered that these strange people didn't seem to be here..."Retreat!" At this moment, Amu Sang couldn't even protect himself, let alone those Foundation Establishment junior disciples.
After shouting, Amu San brought out a spirit talisman, and a layer of green wooden armor materialized out of thin air. The transparent daggers stabbed at it continuously but couldn't break through its defense for a while.
“This wooden armor talisman is quite powerful.” Lu Xiaoteng put away the fire dragon bow and arrow. Among all these people, Amu Sang was the most formidable. Ordinary methods wouldn't be able to defeat him for a while. How could Lu Xiaoteng let Amu Sang escape
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There are still three Jindan cultivators. If they used their flying swords to attack Amu San with full force, they could do it, but the others might have to run away one or two.
Lu Xia Tian's brows furrowed slightly. He retracted the fire dragon bow and arrow, then took out his Spirit-Awakening Golden Whip. Besides this spirit artifact that had been specially refined through unique methods, he didn't have any other means to subdue the shadow at midday for now. Of course, the tenth-order demon beast essence and Bat King's wings were not included in this list.
The Hao Yin Hu is also an option, but its range of influence is too large. Many Qi Refining cultivators in Lingxiao Palace would be affected, and non-Golden Core cultivators would easily suffer collateral damage. The Hao Yin Hu is not Lu Xia Tian's own spiritual weapon, and he can't yet control it with such precision.
Shi Lu Xiaotian drew his whip again and again, two golden shadows tearing through the sky once more. They carved a strange arc in the air and struck towards Amu Sang, who was fleeing the fastest.
Amusang let out a shout, his face filled with terror. This golden whip had far surpassed the realm of Dan Yuan artifacts.
A black soul shadow darted out of Amu San's wolf-tooth club, rearing its head and roaring towards the Spirit Summoning Golden Whip. However, the golden whip didn't hesitate for a moment. With a single strike, it dispersed the illusory figure and directly hit Amu San's green wooden spirit armor.
Bang! Even Lu Xiaotian wouldn't dare to take this whip head-on. It landed directly on Amu Sang's body. Amu Sang screamed, his wooden spirit armor drained of its spiritual energy, its light fading by half. His body violently retreated in the air, dragging a long trail of afterimages. But a second golden shadow appeared eerily. The dozens of afterimages vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye. Piercing through them, the whip landed on Amu Sang's body again.
This time, Amu San didn't even have time to scream before his body was blown into a cloud of blood in mid-air. However, Amu San's strength was far from comparable to the previous black-clad strong man. His primordial spirit seized the opportunity and fled in panic, breaking through the air at an astonishing speed, so fast that even Lu Xia Tian couldn't react in time to strike him down.
Amu Sang's physical body was shattered, and the other two cultivators at the mid-Golden Core stage were also at their wit's end in the sword rain. Especially Amu Sang's escape, Lu Xiaoteng once again sacrificed the golden whip, blasting Amu Sang's body apart. And the sword rain that was originally used to attack Amu Sang was distributed to the remaining three Golden Core cultivators.
Moreover, these people were no longer as fierce as when the battle first erupted. Their fighting spirit had vanished, and their combat strength was reduced by six or seven out of ten. The two cultivators in the middle stage of Jindan couldn't hold on any longer. Dozens or hundreds of sword qi shattered their defenses and directly slashed onto them. In an instant, bodies that were still intact just moments ago were now cut into hundreds of pieces, falling from the sky.
There was only a middle-aged woman left, although she was in the late stage of Jindan and had impressive strength, facing Lu Xiaottian's attacks alone. How could she withstand it The woman was also decisive. Seeing that there was no hope, her body swelled like a balloon, suddenly becoming round and with a booming sound, she blew herself up. This dispersed the dense sword energy around her. By the time other sword energies rushed over, the middle-aged woman's primordial spirit had already escaped during this opportunity.
As for the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators, after being enveloped by Lu Xiaofeng's sword array, without the means of a Golden Core cultivator, they were already dead or injured at this time. How could they possibly hold on any longer
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Yuan Min and the others stared dumbfounded at the scene before them. Luo Qian was also stunned, wondering what his senior brother had been up to these years. He never expected such astonishing skills from him. Even the former ancestor of the Immortal Palace during the Golden Core stage probably couldn't compare. Luo Qian silently opened the restriction on the black token, and another powerful strand of his soul sensed this devastating display of martial arts.
“Senior Lu, hold on a moment. My Lingxiao Palace disciples have been through two hundred years of war, with heavy casualties. We still need some manpower to rebuild the palace in the future. These cultivators from Changdi may be our enemies, but they can be used as laborers for rebuilding the palace.” Luo Qian hurriedly stopped Lu Xiaodao. Although the exterior of Lingxiao Palace hadn't been damaged much, the loss of spiritual creatures and cultivators was extremely severe. Hundreds of foundation-building cultivators who had formed an arrow formation had already been slaughtered by Lu Xiaodao, leaving behind a hundred or so who could still be of use.
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There was no point in killing these Foundation Establishment cultivators. Lu Xia Tian wasn't good at handling these people. Hearing Luo Qian's voice, he naturally stopped. Lu Xia Tian coldly swept his gaze over the remaining hundred or so enemy Foundation Establishment cultivators, "Surrender, or die!"
Those over a hundred Qi Refinement cultivators looked at each other, surrounded by dense sword qi that even Golden Core cultivators couldn't withstand. Let alone these Qi Refinement juniors. Moreover, after witnessing the terrifying power of the silver-haired cultivator firsthand, none of them dared to have any thoughts of resistance.
Foundation cultivators also have a lifespan of about three hundred years. Right now, it's not that they don't want to fight, it's simply that there is no hope at all.
“We submit!” Soon, these over a hundred Qi Refining cultivators each handed over their magical artifacts and storage pouches in surrender.
This way, he avoided a massacre. With a flick of his hand, Lu Xia Tian dispersed the sword energy that had been swirling around these nascent soul cultivators. It was as if it had never appeared at all.
As soon as the war ended, a black aura suddenly emerged from Luo Qian's black token. The black aura wriggled in the air for a moment and instantly transformed into the figure of an old man in black. This old man had white beard and hair, and his face exuded an imposing aura despite not showing anger.
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Welcome, Ancestor!
Lu Qian and Luo Kang, these cultivators from the Lingxiao Palace, all bowed respectfully.
"Welcome, Ancestor," Lu Xia Tian said with a slight startle before bowing his head. He mused inwardly, "So this is how the Nascent Soul ancestor of Lingxiao Palace appears. I've never met them before."
“Where is Lu Xiaoteng, a disciple of Lingxiao Palace” the white-bearded elder shouted.
"Disciple is here!" Lu Xia Tian was puzzled in his heart, wondering what his ancestor meant.
"Master Wei Litian died in battle today. This deity has decided that Lu Xia Tian will succeed as the current Palace Master. I order Lu Xia Tian to, with the remaining disciples of this palace, immediately march to Ti Jian Mountain and protect my Moon Watching Immortal Cultivation World's way!"
Lu Xiaoteng frowned, he wouldn't refuse to let him tidy up some hostile cultivators, but he didn't like being burdened by mundane affairs, especially managing a large sect in this chaotic world of cultivation. Lu Xiaoteng was about to decline when the figure of the white-bearded elder faded away, not even giving him a chance to refuse.
If so, let's wait until we meet the Yuan Ying ancestor of Lingxiao Palace and then discuss it.
> another chance, no matter what benefits Xiang Nanming offered, he wouldn’t come asking for trouble. He didn't even get a single hair. Right now, even if he could go back, he'd be skinned alive.Let me...