Yang Lingtian crushed several more jade pendants.
He made them appear as though they had been shattered by tremendous force, scattering them in different directions.
Every detail had been calculated with precision.
Next, Yang Lingtian began simulating Liu Ruyan's energy.
He activated the mid-Saint God Realm cultivation that the Chaos Bead had perfectly simulated within his body.
Following the circulation route of Liu Ruyan's cultivation technique, he left traces of her unique aura on several critical rocks and broken tree trunks.
Those traces were pure yet carried a hint of disorder, as though they were the aftershocks of a fierce battle.
He even mobilized his own Chaos Power, skillfully transforming it into peerless Sword Qi.
He simulated the berserk, all-or-nothing sword scars Yang Lingtian would have left behind in a desperate counterattack at death's door.
Those sword scars were deeply etched into the mountain wall, crisscrossing one another.
Each one contained a destructive aura and a mad unwillingness to yield.
Anyone who saw them would know at a glance that the person who wielded the sword had already been driven into a desperate situation.
After finishing all this, Yang Lingtian stood still for a moment, examining his masterpiece.
He had striven to make every detail lifelike, without leaving the slightest flaw.
Yet this was still not enough.
To deceive the old foxes of the Xuanba Sword Sect who had lived for who knew how many years, these external disguises alone were far from sufficient.
What convinced people most was often the truth that could not be disguised.
A resolute, icy glint flashed through Yang Lingtian's eyes.
Only by being ruthless to himself could he be even more ruthless to his enemies—and deceive every one of them.
He drew a deep breath, then fiercely bit down.
Boom.
A surging force reversed