At this moment, Black Flood Dragon appeared exceptionally calm.
Xu Zimo caught the blade, yet Black Flood Dragon directly abandoned it and retreated.
Xu Zimo did not stop him, merely watching him quietly.
Black Flood Dragon steadied himself, his gaze growing slightly grave.
He had always been confident in both his speed and blade techniques.
Yet after exchanging merely one move, he could already sense how formidable his opponent was.
For someone like him, who walked along the edge of a cliff, a single move could mean either killing another or being killed himself.
He somehow produced another short blade.
The two short blades crossed. With a bang, two powerful streams of blade intent split apart.
Xu Zimo paid them no mind.
He extended his right hand and directly crushed the incoming blade qi.
Under the cover of the blade qi, Black Flood Dragon vanished once more.
The next moment, seven or eight figures of Black Flood Dragon appeared around Xu Zimo.
"Are those clones?" someone asked.
"No. All eight have the same aura, as though they are one body.
"And their strength is identical. There is simply no way to tell which is a clone and which is the true body," someone shook their head.
Looking at the figures that had suddenly appeared around him.
Xu Zimo gave a light laugh, his palms moving rapidly as well.
He received more than a dozen of his opponent's palm strikes in succession, all with effortless ease.
Several bangs rang out.
Those figures were all sent flying.
Yet the instant they flew away, the figure of a flood dragon soared into the air.
The flood dragon roared, its four black claws shattering the void as they clawed toward Xu Zimo.
Black Flood Dragon truly lived up to his name.
He was neither