As early as the moment Xiao Yan ordered them to strike back, Xiao Yu opened his mouth and spat out twelve Golden Little Swords. Driven by his magic power and incantations, the swords paired up and flew toward the six opponents with the highest cultivation.
Among those six, some were at late Core Formation, while the other three were at the middle stage. "This brat wants to take on all six of us?" At first, seeing Xiao Yu fight this way, all six felt he was treating them with utter contempt.
They sneered and poured in more magic power, strengthening their Supernatural Abilities or magic treasures, determined to teach this brat who knew nothing of the heights of heaven or the depths of earth a lesson.
But what happened next made all six pale with shock.
The Golden Little Swords Xiao Yu had released grew in the wind. Once they reached several feet in length, golden light flickered, and each flying sword conjured two identical sword phantoms. Those phantoms flashed again, releasing threads of golden sword aura, then swiftly solidified.
Immediately afterward, the sword phantoms and their originals shot toward the six opponents at tremendous speed, accompanied by piercing sonic booms as they broke the sound barrier.
This was the combination of the Sword Shadow Splitting Light Technique and the secret technique, Sword Light into Sword Aura! Together, the two unleashed an effect greater than the sum of their parts.
To the six opponents, whether they looked with their eyes or swept over them with divine sense, the two conjured swords had exactly the same appearance and spiritual pressure as the originals. They could not tell them apart at all.
"Hmph, it must be an illusion technique!" A middle-aged man in black robes at late Core Formation snorted. He drove