As the words rang out, an unremarkable disciple among the Whitehead Island disciples spoke up with a lazy air. Even before Bai Qufei, the Sect Leader, he still looked like a shameless rogue.
Bai Qufei's face darkened like still water. "Go when I tell you to. Cut the nonsense!"
The disciple named Tan Zhen felt a sudden chill. Bai Qufei had always been lenient with him. For him to be this stern now meant he was serious.
Realizing this, Tan Zhen stopped arguing and swaggered into the arena. He said coldly to Tang Changsheng, "Kid, tough luck for you..."
Why would Tang Changsheng stand on ceremony with someone from Whitehead Island? He cut Tan Zhen off at once. "Enough talk. Make your move!"
Tan Zhen might have looked lazy, but he was actually the most formidable disciple of Whitehead Island's generation!
Perhaps before, he could only have claimed to be one of the best... But after two elite disciples who had stood on equal footing with him died at Lu Yuanzhen's hands, Tan Zhen had become the undisputed number one among Whitehead Island's younger disciples!
He had been cultivating in seclusion on Whitehead Island and would probably break through to the Yin Spirit Realm soon.
Beneath that roguish manner lay immense pride. Tang Changsheng's bluntness kindled a faint anger in his eyes. He stopped trading words and merely sneered. "Aren't you good at Illusion Arts? Watch me break yours with Illusion Arts!"
"You talk too much. Illusions are what cultivators of the Illusory Spirit Realm do best!" Tang Changsheng sneered back.
He was right. The Illusory Spirit Realm's very name spoke to its nature.
At this stage, the Primordial Spirit could transform but had yet to take true shape or condense into insubstantial substance. Still, it could begin to interfere