Light suddenly flared within the swirling clouds. Shortly afterward, two vast streams of clear radiance were drawn forth from within the Origin-Dueling Plate, then descended from the sky onto the great platform.
As the two streams of light slowly drifted apart, Zhang Yu and Cen Chuan emerged from within, standing not far apart.
Cen Chuan glanced at Zhang Yu. To tell the truth, he did not know exactly how this battle had gone; he only knew that his phantom body had been cut down three times in succession. This undoubtedly showed that he could not defeat Zhang Yu by relying solely on his phantom body.
In the end, this was not a battle to the death. I could not truly stretch my limbs.
In fact, when employing his phantom body, his true body could also join the fight. This was far more than simply having another version of himself. His true body and phantom were originally one person; working together, their combat power far exceeded that of a phantom body alone. In the past, some opponents who had been evenly matched with his phantom body had almost been killed face-to-face the moment his true body appeared.
But since this was not a true life-and-death struggle, he had not exposed it. He reckoned that perhaps he had held fast to this line in his heart, and the Origin-Dueling Plate had determined that he could not defeat Zhang Yu with the methods available in the arena, so it had directly declared him defeated.
Yet he did not regret it. Such killing moves were a cultivator's final means of self-preservation. Even though this concerned the struggle over Eastern Court, its importance was still far less than his own life and safety.
Zhang Yu, too, felt somewhat unsatisfied by this battle, for he could