The instant the dark figure lunged, Song Chi nearly burst a lung with rage.
There were two kinds of people he hated most in his life: those who fought without honor, and those who would not let him finish speaking.
This pitch-black fellow before him checked both boxes.
"You have already found your path to death!"
Song Chi roared in fury and raised his right hand...
"Formless Sword Domain, open!"
Hum!
Spiritual Energy surged around Song Chi. Countless points appeared out of thin air behind him, on the verge of forming myriad sword silhouettes...
But in the next instant, something unexpected happened.
Those points of light dimmed rapidly the moment they lit up.
The sword domain that should have blanketed heaven and earth ultimately condensed into just three flickering swords of light around Song Chi.
Sparse and forlorn.
Song Chi froze.
What was going on?
The world here suppressed my Divine Ability this severely?
But he could not let any fear show on his face.
Not only could he not show it, he had to sneer.
Song Chi curled his lips and contemptuously spat a few words at the dark figure already charging up to him:
"Three swords are enough to kill you."
Whatever happened, he could not lose his style.
The three swords behind him whistled forth, tearing through the air toward the dark figure.
Song Chi stood with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, his eyes brimming with the loneliness of an unrivaled master.
But before three exchanges had passed, the curve of his lips stiffened a little.
Something was wrong with this black fellow.
Was this thing copying me?
His opponent's strength, speed, and cultivation fluctuations were all identical to his.
Even their reactions were about the same.
Song Chi narrowed his eyes.
"An ugly