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Xia Shuyao suddenly opened her eyes. Another cherry blossom mark appeared between her brows, swirling with an uncanny light. The blossoms at her fingertips ignited without a breeze, their pink-and-white petals scattering as sparks.
Secret art: Sakura Heart Imprint!
Her sea of consciousness had already returned to normal, and the phantom images from moments ago had vanished.
She chuckled. "Did you know that inner demons are what the Xia Family's illusionists fear least?"
Before her words had faded, the entire arena abruptly flipped.
Shi Fei'ang realized with a start that the hard stone slabs beneath his feet had become mirrors floating in empty space.
Xia Shuyao's figure darted through countless mirrors, each afterimage leaving behind a different seed of illusion-a burning cherry blossom forest one moment, a cage of blood-dripping roses the next, then a floating labyrinth of colored glass in another blink.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Illusory Space-Mindscape World."
Xia Shuyao's voice carried a beguiling rhythm, while pinkish-purple soul power spread between the mirrors like a spiderweb.
Shi Fei'ang discovered to his horror that the Asura phantoms he had summoned were beginning to slaughter one another. Those hideous vengeful spirits suddenly turned and lunged at his real body, howling.
"Impossible! How could you seize control of my Thousand Faces Asura?!"
Cold sweat seeped from Shi Fei'ang's forehead. His fifth soul ring pulsed frantically as he tried to regain control.
But the illusion Xia Shuyao had constructed was like layer upon layer of nesting dolls. Every time he broke through one layer, an even deeper maze awaited him.
Xia Shuyao suddenly appeared behind Shi Fei'ang, pressing a fingertip against the center of his back. "Time to end this. Mirror Flower, Shui Yue."
Twelve Xia Shuyaos appeared simultaneously in the arena's mirrors, each poised to attack. Their