Shi Poxiao withdrew his fist from the arena and slowly straightened up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Shadow Fiend in the distance.
That grab, swing, and punch had consumed far more strength than they appeared to.
Such precise prediction required intensely focused mental power, and as a body cultivator, his mental power had always been weak.
His temples throbbed, and veins bulged at the corners of his forehead.
"What's wrong, big guy?"
"Did that take a little too much out of you?"
Shadow Fiend had seen through him. He smiled faintly.
He raised his twin blades before him, overlapping their edges, and began chanting an obscure ancient language of chaos.
The syllables trembled and resonated in the air. A layer of grayish-white light spread outward from his skin, wrapping his entire body within it.
At that moment, his figure began to fade and turn ethereal, merging with the surrounding space.
First, his limbs became transparent as glass, then his torso and head. At last, even the hilts and blades became two flowing trails of grayish-white light.
He had completely merged into space.
The entire arena stood empty, with only Shi Poxiao standing at its center.
All around him was silent air and stagnant chains of laws.
Only now and then did an exceedingly faint sound come from somewhere in the void.
But it shifted positions in an instant, leaving no way to determine its direction.
That sound seemed deliberate, deliberately letting him hear it.
Seeing this, Shi Poxiao did not summon anything. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes.
It seemed he intended to use the same trick again.
But this time, he could no longer catch him.
Suddenly, the first blade appeared beside the spine at his lower back. Its edge pierced through a gap in the thinnest stratum of