The sight left everyone dumbfounded, unable to fathom what sort of madness had seized Fan Wu.
Ever since arriving in Yuan Xi City, Fan Wu had always given people the impression of being mature and steady. No one had ever seen him in such a bizarre state.
Lu Ye looked at him, blinked, then suddenly drew his saber and slashed down at him.
Dao Power surged violently through his body, with not the slightest bit held back!
His strike came without warning, so no one had time to react. By the time the saber light flashed, Fan Wu had already been cleaved in two.
Yet, strangely, Fan Wu did not fall. Not a drop of blood flowed from the cut in his body. He even lowered his head to inspect his wound before raising his eyes to Lu Ye, his face filled with mournful devotion. "You killed me! How could you kill me?"
At once, everyone sensed that something was wrong. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—figures scattered away from Fan Wu in unison.
Lu Ye swept his saber, and a waterfall of blades descended upon Fan Wu. Amid the raging saber light, Fan Wu's figure slowly dissipated, leaving behind only a shrill voice. "You're so cruel!"
Fan Wu vanished, as though he had never appeared at all.
Lu Ye's expression turned incomparably grave.
You Die's expression was no better. "Mirage Spirit Pattern?"
That Fan Wu just now had definitely not been the real Fan Wu. That was why he had behaved so strangely.
Lu Ye nodded heavily, a chill running down his back. Only now had he truly witnessed the power of the Mirage Spirit Pattern. Its illusion arts were utterly flawless. Not only had Lu Ye failed to see through it, even You Die and Huan Qing, two Harmony Dao cultivators,