This sword beam came far too fast, and evasion was already too late.
Break!
Mo Yue roared, throwing out both palms as two blood-colored palm prints blasted toward the ethereal sword beam.
At that exact moment, a sudden and startling change occurred. The ethereal sword beam resembled a gust of wind, slipping right between the two palm prints and instantly slashing onto Mo Yue's body-protecting True Essence.
Bang!
Mo Yue's body-protecting True Essence shattered in response, and the sound of a sharp blade tearing flesh echoed out.
Whoosh!
Mo Yue's figure retreated violently, rapidly increasing his distance from Su Mo.
At this moment, a striking, one-foot-long sword scar rested across Mo Yue's chest. Although the scar was not deep, it had already shed a fair amount of blood.
"Mo Yue, you have lost!"
Su Mo said coldly. He had already held back with that previous strike; otherwise, the sword scar would not have appeared on his opponent's chest, but rather on his throat.
"No, I haven't lost!"
Mo Yue's expression turned ugly as he roared, "It's merely a superficial injury, of no consequence at all!"
"Oh?"
Su Mo felt somewhat surprised, not expecting the other man to still refuse defeat and want to continue fighting.
However, if the opponent wished to fight, Su Mo didn't mind. If you refuse to submit, I'll beat you until you do!
"In that case, let's continue!"
Su Mo nodded.
As his voice fell, Mo Yue rushed forward at high speed from the opposite side.
"Shadow Transformation Technique!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Mo Yue employed his ultimate technique once again. His figure split into two, then four, transforming into sixteen figures in the blink of an eye.
All sixteen figures were entirely indistinguishable, blending truth and illusion as they closed in to surround Su Mo.
Simultaneously,