In that instant, Chu Yunxiao felt as though he had suddenly lost contact with his three clones.
When he looked again, his heart jolted in alarm. The Xia Wuju before him was still Xia Wuju, yet something seemed to be different.
What he faced now seemed not to be Xia Wuju, but heaven and earth itself, with thirty percent of his strength forcibly suppressed.
What a terrifying figure that was.
"Suppress and kill."
Xia Wuju raised his palm. All manner of conceptual power swirled within it. Though he had yet to grasp its true essence, a mere glimpse of its outer layer was enough.
Whether it was an illusion technique or a cloning technique, no matter how sophisticated it was, once the caster was killed, everything would vanish.
That was an immutable truth since time immemorial.
Xia Wuju charged straight at Chu Yunxiao, while the three clones around him were brutally suppressed in place, unable to move.
"What's going on?"
Chu Yunxiao was clearly bewildered by this scene. He could not understand why his ever-reliable cloning technique had failed at such a moment, but his fine combat instincts made him react at once.
"Dragon-Tiger Fist."
The phantom of an Azure Dragon and a White Tiger abruptly appeared behind Chu Yunxiao. The two phantoms then fused into his fist, and as he threw a punch, the entire arena trembled.
"Paltry tricks."
A trace of disdain flashed through Xia Wuju's eyes. He had only been wary of Chu Yunxiao's cloning technique. In a one-on-one fight, he had nothing to fear.
After all, his own imperial father had once praised him as the most monstrous talent of the younger generation.
Ever since his defeat last time, outsiders had forgotten the glory he once possessed. But who knew that he had once been an