Almost enduring Tuoba Hai's heavy blow head-on, Lu Xiaotian stood nailed to the spot like an iron spike.
A flicker of surprise crossed Tuoba Hai's eyes. He had not expected Lu Xiaotian to remain so unyielding even after taking such punishment. This strength was simply beyond his imagination. But it ended here. Another explosive force blasted Lu Xiaotian flying.
"Kid, if you hadn't delivered the Dragon Lion to that old ghost Tuoba Chongxiao and allowed him to open our clan's Inheritance Armory, my father would never have obtained these Bat King's Dharma Wings. But these wings conflicted somewhat with my father's cultivation technique and treasures, so he bestowed them upon me. Otherwise, I truly wouldn't have been able to deal with you."
"As long as you're around, the sacred beast will remain on good terms with that old man Tuoba Chongxiao. But without you pulling the thread, Tuoba Chongxiao is old and frail. Sooner or later, my father will replace him."
"Well? The sacred beast Dragon Lion you delivered yourself has instead brought calamity upon your own head. If not for you, I wouldn't have obtained these Bat King's Dharma Wings. Aren't you full of regret?"
Tuoba Hai laughed wildly. In his eyes, Lu Xiaotian was already doomed beyond doubt, yet he still did not forget to strike at Lu Xiaotian with words, hoping to see regret on his face. Clearly, he was disappointed.
Tuoba Hai's eyes brimmed with killing intent. He drew out his stone spear, and the Bat King's Dharma Wings behind him flapped. The stone spear became a streak of light, stabbing toward Lu Xiaotian's throat.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes were icy, without the slightest panic. There was only a trace of wistfulness for the past. To be honest, he had no confidence whatsoever in that small stone