"No comment." Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly. At once, he raised his right palm slightly, and the power of space compressed toward Chu Zhaoyang from all directions. The Fangtian Halberd was flung from his hand and slowly descended toward Chu Zhaoyang in the central area.
By himself, Chu Zhaoyang lacked even the ability to escape from Lu Xiaotian's grasp. For Chu Zhaoyang to have cultivated to his present level, he naturally possessed a tenacious refusal to accept defeat or setbacks. Otherwise, he would never have been able to advance to the Heavenly Immortal realm after suffering repeated defeats at Lu Xiaotian's hands.
Earlier, with all eyes upon them, Lu Xiaotian had been unable to act against Chu Zhaoyang. Now that no one else was around, there was no way his opponent could escape his clutches.
Chu Zhaoyang let out a furious roar. Ten golden suns blazed brilliantly in the void, but dragon shadows began winding down from the Fangtian Halberd, and the ten golden suns collapsed one after another. Roaring unwillingly, Chu Zhaoyang could only summon that Black Tortoise golden light once more, firmly shielding himself within it. Lu Xiaotian launched a fierce barrage against the Black Tortoise golden light, yet still could not break through its defenses. The Netherworld Immortal Lord had clearly spared no effort to protect his legitimate son, Chu Zhaoyang.
Unable to break through the defenses of the Black Tortoise golden light for the moment, Lu Xiaotian frowned inwardly. The battle to subdue those three Heavenly Immortals had caused quite a stir, and he was worried that delaying too long might lead to unforeseen changes. Although he could not break through his opponent's tortoise shell, he still had plenty of ways to deal with Chu Zhaoyang.
Lu Xiaotian sealed off Chu Zhaoyang's escape routes with the power