Lu Xiaotian and Ancestor Han Chi chased one another at astonishing speed, one in front and one behind.
"Brat, of everything you possess, the only thing I fancy is that little black insect capable of breaking formations. What is it called, and how is it raised? If you can give me an insect egg to hatch, I may yet spare your life."
After chasing for over a thousand miles and passing several small islands, Ancestor Han Chi had grown rather impatient. Along the way, they had also encountered several groups of other cultivators.
He was also worried that Zhou Qian'er might truly summon cultivators from the Heavenly Heart Pavilion. The Heavenly Heart Pavilion was no small force. If word spread that he had tried to kill one of its disciples, it would not sound good in the end. He was unafraid, but this incarnation of his still had considerable limitations.
His true body was in seclusion, cultivating a profound art. Those useless disciples of his were either greedy for pleasure or capable of ruining anything they tried to accomplish. This incarnation had handled quite a few matters for him over the years. Incarnations were not easy to refine; if this one were destroyed, refining another would waste a great deal of time.
"You sure talk a lot." Lu Xiaotian answered coldly. Where would he get any insect eggs? Asking him to hand over the Realm-Breaking Insect was sheer wishful thinking. Such a rare insect could not be bought with Spirit Stones. Besides, he did not believe Ancestor Han Chi would truly let him go.
In the distance, several Foundation Establishment cultivators were leaving a spirit ship and surrounding a demon shark.
When they saw Lu Xiaotian and Ancestor Han Chi fly past one after the other, the surging aura of