He didn't bow or exchange greetings. Gripping a spike, the Night Spirit expert charged straight at Ling Tian. His movements were incredibly fast, like a black bolt of lightning. But unlike lightning's wild ferocity, his movement was sinuous and unpredictable, and carried a chilling, sinister air.
"Ling Tian, the Night Spirit Race can not only merge with the void, they also have Phantom Clones, much like your Phantom Clone technique," Sky-Breaking Bow reminded him. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Don't let your guard down and fall for his trick, or you'll embarrass yourself."
"Don't worry," Ling Tian replied softly, his voice brimming with confidence.
As they spoke, the Night Spirit expert had already launched his attack. When he was only a few dozen yards from Ling Tian, the space suddenly warped, and dozens of figures appeared. They then turned into streaks of black and lunged wildly at Ling Tian.
"Heh, splitting into clones right in front of your opponent, leaving them no time to figure out which one is real and which is fake—that's an interesting way to attack." Ling Tian muttered to himself. Then, as a thought struck him, his eyes lit up. "It's like Phantom Clone. That means he can shift his true body into any of the clones at any time. That ability is a little more impressive than Brother Xuan Ci and the others'."
As he thought this, Ling Tian's mind stirred. A chorus of ringing sword cries erupted, like dragons roaring in the Ninth Heaven. A fiercely sharp sword intent surged forth, attacking without form and cutting through everything in its path. Anyone caught within it would be left trembling with fear.
The instant a sharp sword left its sheath, Sword Momentum swept forth. Had Wen Jian been here, he would