"Perfect timing!" Zhao Han smiled, ready to show Chu Lian just how powerful your man had become.
I hadn't been standing still these past four years. I'd even surpassed your progress at Jixia Academy.
"Dragon Subduing Nascent Soul, Black Tortoise Protection!"
The Dragon Subduing Nascent Soul held a long halberd in both hands before its body. Snake and tortoise patterns covering it then glowed with an eerie blue light.
Zhao Han's Primordial Spirit wasn't limited to the attacks of the Overlord and Dragon Subduing Nascent Souls. It also had the Black Tortoise's defense.
Seeing this, Chu Lian chuckled. "You actually think you can withstand my Emperor Han's Nascent Soul head-on!"
"I don't know what method you used to defeat Junior Brother Peng, but we're students of Jixia Academy. You're still far from being our equal."
Zhao Han truly hadn't expected that after spending so long at Jixia Academy, Chu Lian had learned to look down on everyone. She actually dared to underestimate your man.
Today, I'll teach you a lesson, little girl. Don't underestimate the heroes of the world or become a frog at the bottom of a well.
Just don't make the same mistake as your Junior Brother Peng and grow arrogant and conceited.
The world's powerful experts were as numerous as carp crossing a river. Jixia Academy could hardly be the measure of them all.
"Break!"
The ice spike formed from Emperor Han's Nascent Soul struck Zhao Han's Dragon Subduing Nascent Soul in an instant.
"Holy crap!"
Zhao Han felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a needle had been driven into his skull and twisted.
When he looked again, the Dragon Subduing Nascent Soul had indeed blocked the ice spike formed from Emperor Han's Nascent Soul—but only just.
Both the halberd and the heavy armor