Ancestor Han Chi's eyelids twitched. He hooked a finger through the air, and the sentient ice spike flying toward Lu Xiaotian split into two, both radiating bone-chilling cold. One of them met the Misty Flying Sword Lu Xiaotian had unleashed.
The sentient ice spike truly deserved to be called a sentient spiritual artifact. Its speed was astonishing and its power even greater; under Ancestor Han Chi's control, it moved as readily as an arm obeying a finger. Though this doppelganger's own mana was not much more abundant than Lu Xiaotian's, relying on the foundation of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, it could easily suppress Lu Xiaotian. Without the Bat King's Dharma Wings, Lu Xiaotian would never have been able to contend against Ancestor Han Chi.
"No wonder this silver-haired brat has remained so calm. So he has such a formidable pair of wings."
Ancestor Han Chi felt somewhat stifled as well. He had originally intended to deal with a mere Golden Core junior, but now he was being suppressed by the Golden Core junior he had looked down upon. With those wings, the other party could fight whenever he wished and leave whenever he pleased.
With his current physical body, Ancestor Han Chi could not stop him at all. Fortunately, this time his doppelganger had brought the sentient ice spike, allowing him to contend with the other party through the sharpness of a sentient spiritual artifact. Otherwise, relying on the Haoyin Gourd alone, he might truly have capsized in a gutter this time.
Yet Ancestor Han Chi's expression soon stiffened again. A pagoda wreathed in raging Fanluo Spiritfire descended from the sky once more, smashing toward the separated ice spike.
Damn it. One pagoda had already been extraordinary, an existence extremely close to a sentient spiritual artifact, far more powerful than