After observing the enemy's behavior and reviewing the information both sides possessed, Old Yang quickly made his decision.
What he needed to do was simple: hit them straight in the face with his ultimate.
If his counterfeit self still had strength to spare under those circumstances, he could simply flee with Bailu. Once he found the others, dealing with this thing would be easy.
Besides, Old Yang was actually more worried about Jiang Yu's side than his own.
He narrowed his eyes, images of that day in Belobog flashing through his mind.
The boy had wielded a greatsword one-handed, its sweeping force rising from the depths to cleave the azure heavens...
If... an identical copy of Little Fish appeared too, what would they do?
With that kind of power, Little Fish would probably be the hardest of all the copies to deal with.
Old Yang lightly tapped his cane with his fingers and quickly gathered his scattered thoughts.
There was little use considering that now. Better to deal with the trouble before him first.
At the same time, elsewhere in Whirling Stars Haven.
A piercing whistle rang out, and a chilling gleam sliced through the air!
Yanqing looked toward the sound, only to see a sword in midair.
The flying sword hurtled toward him, swift as lightning.
But as the Luofu's genius swordsman, Yanqing was no pushover either.
Among his peers, Jiang Yu was the only one who had beaten him so thoroughly he could not fight back...
Moreover, after being tempered by Jiang Yu, Yanqing had reined in his arrogance and devoted himself even more deeply to his training. His strength had now reached another level!
Yanqing swiftly drew his sword, turned his wrist, and shielded himself with a blur of sword shadows. He thrust his sword forward, and