As the domain barrier shattered with a thunderous crash, Luo Ping's Demon Scythe blade-light swept through like a raging gale, carrying an incomparably sharp aura as it howled past, stirring up waves of shifting wind and clouds, intent on cleaving him in two.
"Spiral Nine Shadows!"
Chen Yu recited inwardly. Though he had only cultivated it to the realm of five shadows and could not compare with Chen Menglin's glorious nine shadows, nor with Chen Cong and Chen Xiaojun's seven shadows, the skill of five shadows was already enough for him to tread the edge between life and death.
His figure transformed in an instant, and five Chen Yu silhouettes moved like ghosts, deftly avoiding the Demon Scythe blade-light capable of toppling cities and uprooting fortresses at the critical moment.
Chen Yu steadied himself, his eyes blazing as he once again locked onto the imposing noble young master, Luo Ping.
Luo Ping gave a cold snort. "You do have some tricks."
He narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the five seemingly identical Chen Yu figures blocking his path, battle intent surging in his heart.
"Secret Technique, Netherworld Eye!"
In Luo Ping's eyes, deep blue flames suddenly ignited.
He stared at the five figures, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. When he raised his eyes toward the distance again, a faint, flickering figure shimmered amid the interlacing light and shadow.
"They're not Phantoms, they're clones! The real body has already fled—these five are all clones!"
Luo Ping suddenly came to his senses. He had originally thought one of them was the real body.
He shouted to Yan Wufeng and You Guangzhou, "End this quickly! Guangzhou, you go ahead and tie down the main body. Brother Wufeng and I will follow right after!"
With that, Luo Ping's