Lu Xiaotian's dragon claws seized the rings of the Sun-Candle Spear one after another. One of them proved especially difficult to tame, while the others were relatively easy to handle. The golden, sunlike rings shattered beneath the dragon claws' attacks. Only one managed to crack a dragon claw in their struggle before it, too, reverted to a long spear.
"What kind of cultivation art is this?" the silver-robed elder asked, staring at Lu Xiaotian in astonishment. In all his years of cultivation, he had never encountered anything as bizarre as what he was seeing today.
"Just an ordinary cultivation art." Lu Xiaotian's projected clone replied casually. With a slight stir of his divine sense, the phantom of a flying sword slowly took shape before him. He couldn't bring an immortal artifact along when projecting himself, so he was at a slight disadvantage against his opponent's immortal artifact while fighting barehanded. Even using the Demon Race battle techniques derived from the true-dragon combat arts, or the Nine Revolutions Dragon Seal, couldn't entirely make up for his lack of an immortal artifact.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have let the other man's Sun-Candle Spear rings break free completely. Things might have gone better if he had cultivated the Heaven-and-Earth Tyrant Dragon Body or if his true self had been there. In fact, the Soul Essence Flying Sword had no such limitation. During the Dragon-Seizing Pill Society's gathering, it had reaped great benefits from refining the Dragon Spirit Golden Profound Ultimate Dao Pill. The dragon remnants and vengeful spirits within the pill had merged into the Soul Essence Flying Sword, greatly increasing its power.
Even though its power was somewhat reduced when wielded through a projected clone, it remained peerless in its ability to intimidate immortals of the same rank. That was especially true now,