The Illusionary Body possessed ten percent of Zhao Xuan's original strength, with the physical prowess of a Beast Soul Soul Ancestor nearing level forty. Unless it suffered a fatal injury, it was basically impossible for it to dissipate.
Most of the spectators focused their attention on Bloodthirsty Butcher. Few noticed Zhao Xuan's Third Soul Ring flash, and even those who did saw nothing unusual and assumed they had imagined it.
However, those people did not include the more powerful soul masters. Some soul masters who had come specifically to watch the two compete frowned in puzzlement as they watched the arena.
"Based on his previous battle with the Crimson Lone Wolf, Mo Xuanji's Third Soul Skill should be something like an Illusionary Body. But why is there only one of him in the arena?"
They harbored their doubts. Although some, like the ordinary people, thought they had merely seen things, that trace of suspicion would not fade as easily as it did for the others.
Bloodthirsty Butcher slapped his crocodile tail against the ground and flipped back onto his feet.
At that moment, his gaze was unnaturally calm. His temple had already split open from the fall, blood and dust clinging to his face. He looked thoroughly disheveled, and his exquisite white suit had become coated in grime.
He lowered his head, removed the crushed rose from his chest, and gently placed it on the ground.
The next instant, his figure slowly scattered away like sand blown by a breeze.
Afterimage?! The Illusionary Body narrowed his eyes and immediately darted away from where he stood.
A withered fist smashed into the spot where he had just been standing with a bang, sending a cloud of dust slowly billowing up.
Zhao Xuan turned around. Bloodthirsty Butcher's sallow skin had faintly reddened,