"Junior Nephew Han Chi," Haotian said, doing his best to maintain the composure of one in a superior position.
"As for the Dragon Clan, I can consider it.
However, since entering the Primordial Wilderness, I have long neglected battle formations. Why don't you and I exchange pointers, so we may better understand each other?"
"Oh?" Han Chi's lips curved slightly. "I'd be delighted."
Han Chi had severed One Corpse and was at the Quasi-Saint Early Stage.
As the Heavenly Emperor, Haotian possessed deep foundations. He had already reached the Quasi-Saint Middle Stage, and after years of cultivation, he had long since made up for his shortcomings in comprehending the laws.
Before coming to the Heavenly Court, Bei Ming had also reminded him of this.
Ever since entering the world, the only Quasi-Saint Han Chi had truly fought was the True Martial Emperor.
The two had both severed One Corpse, and their strength was similar. With the advantage of his Spirit Treasures, Han Chi could still win by a slight margin.
If he could use this battle to probe Haotian's true strength, he would have more to consider in his future actions.
Once the thought settled, both figures moved at the same time. Only the lingering ripples of surging auras remained within Lingxiao Hall.
Haotian and Han Chi stood outside the hall, above the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The heavenly wind howled, and the Sea of Clouds churned.
The auras of two Quasi-Saints erupted at once, shaking the Heavenly Realm.
Haotian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes brimming with confidence.
Before Saints, he had no choice but to lower his head.
But against Han Chi, he could finally stand firm for once.
Han Chi wore Profound Ice Armor, its icy patterns flowing as layer upon layer of Ice Crystals flickered