Mirror Spirit

Chen Wang brought forth the Haotian Divine Sword. At this moment, hundreds of millions of stars flowed across its blade, radiating an exceedingly terrifying aura.

The Sword Qi was so intense that even Fu Qu could not help but glance sideways.

Chen Wang poured all of his blood and Qi, cultivation, vital essence, and spirit into the Haotian Divine Sword.

The fake Chen Wang opposite him now had an indescribable look of fear in his eyes.

The veins on Chen Wang's forehead bulged. Forcibly activating this sword and pouring so much cultivation into it had pushed his entire body to its limits.

Chen Wang said coldly, "You want to gamble your life against mine? Then come!"

He immediately raised the Haotian Divine Sword and slashed downward. A streak of azure Sword Light appeared, and within it, a river of stars seemed to flow.

The sword light fell, hacking straight toward the fake Chen Wang opposite him.

Caught off guard, the fake Chen Wang took Chen Wang's sword head-on.

The strike came with incredible speed. The instant the sword light flashed, it landed on him, cleaving his body from the neck down to the abdomen.

Yet the same terrifying wound appeared on Chen Wang's body, slashing diagonally from his neck to his abdomen and nearly splitting him in two.

Moreover, the Sword Qi of the Haotian Divine Sword continued to erode his life force without end.

After taking that strike head-on, Chen Wang's aura plummeted from its peak to extreme weakness in an instant, falling off a cliff. His life force was nearly extinguished.

However, the fake Chen Wang opposite him also gradually began to vanish beneath the sword light.

His gaze was venomous and vicious as he stared fixedly at Chen Wang.

But his voice could no longer carry. From