Zhao Gang's face showed an incredulous expression. He couldn't believe he had been defeated so quickly. He had even been planning to fight Fellow Daoist Shen for three hundred rounds!
"Daoist Zhao, you were too kind."
Shen Tianhong cupped his fists toward Zhao Gang and spoke courteously.
Zhao Gang furrowed his brows deeply and looked toward Wang Changsheng and the others. Wang Changsheng and the others all looked toward Shen Tianhong, their faces filled with admiration.
"I lost."
Zhao Gang said bitterly, somewhat unwilling to accept it.
"Since Daoist Zhao has admitted defeat, this spar is over."
Shen Tianhong's voice reached Zhao Gang's ears.
His vision blurred, and he suddenly appeared on the Bluestone Plaza. He was completely uninjured. When he looked toward Wang Changsheng and the others and saw the astonishment on their faces, Zhao Gang suddenly understood.
He had fallen victim to an illusion. The illusion had made him believe he had lost to Shen Tianhong. In reality, Zhao Gang hadn't lost—he had merely been caught in an illusion. If this had been a life-and-death battle, Zhao Gang would already have been dead.
"Fellow Daoist Shen's mastery of the Dao is profound. I admire you."
Zhao Gang cupped his fists and saluted before retreating to the side.
Wang Changsheng wore a thoughtful expression. This was the first time he had seen such a formidable illusion.
Throughout the entire battle, Shen Tianhong had effortlessly plunged Zhao Gang into an illusion.
Shen Tianhong should have possessed some special treasure that could cause cultivators of the same realm to fall unknowingly into an illusory realm. That would indeed be troublesome.
Shen Tianhong turned around and looked toward Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. His meaning was obvious.
"I'll seek some guidance from Fellow Daoist Shen."
Wang Changsheng flew up and arrived before