"Blood Baleful Intent: Heaven's Collapse!"
Han Li roared and brought his blade down.
The slash carried the force of a world-shattering calamity. Just as the blade came within three feet of Qin Jue's head,
Qin Jue's eyes snapped open.
Silver-white light blazed in his pupils, transforming into two dazzling silver moons so bright that no one dared look directly at them.
"Startling Swan Flash—Fleeting Shadow!"
Qin Jue's figure suddenly blurred.
In everyone's sight, three Qin Jues appeared on the arena at once!
One moved left, one moved right, and one remained where he was.
All three figures looked exactly alike. It was impossible to tell which was real and which was false.
"What?!"
Han Li's pupils contracted. As he brought his blade down, he felt as if there were nowhere to strike.
But he was a hardened veteran who had survived countless battles. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the others and continued to slash at the figure in the middle.
"Pfft!"
The blade swept through the middle "Qin Jue," which instantly shattered into specks of light and vanished.
A phantom!
"Not good!"
Alarm bells rang in Han Li's mind as an intense sense of mortal danger engulfed him.
Just then, an extremely faint sound reached his ear.
It was so soft, like an autumn cicada fluttering its wings. If he hadn't listened closely, he wouldn't have heard it at all.
Cicada Wing Thousand Layers, third form—Silent.
The greatest sound was soundless; the greatest form was formless.
When a sword moved at the utmost speed and its Sword Qi was condensed to the utmost degree, it instead fell into stillness.
A cold gleam flashed from the side.
The sword light was dim and soundless, yet wherever its path passed, the air seemed to catch fire, hissing as it dissolved! The hairs