"Pang Yi, do you have any other tricks?" Huang Xiao asked coldly.
Pang Yi's face darkened. "Huang Xiao, do you think you've won a round back? You're far too naive. How could you possibly imagine the power of the Supreme Demonic Art?"
As his words fell, Pang Yi's body became a phantom image. When that phantom image reached Huang Xiao, it suddenly turned into several.
Huang Xiao's eyes abruptly narrowed. His body swayed, and he kicked to the left.
With a thud, the figure of Pang Yi on the left also kicked out. Their feet collided, and Huang Xiao cried inwardly, This is bad!
Just then, the phantom image of Pang Yi on the right had already thrust a palm toward his waist.
Huang Xiao twisted sharply at the waist, barely avoiding the palm strike.
But the palm force swept past his waist, grazing it and causing a burst of intense pain, leaving him somewhat injured.
Huang Xiao could not spare any attention for his injuries. His imperishable true qi was already rapidly repairing them.
These were only minor injuries and would not affect Huang Xiao's strength.
Huang Xiao swiftly retreated, moving beyond the range of Pang Yi's phantom images.
As Huang Xiao withdrew, he noticed that the two phantom images of Pang Yi that had just made contact with him had dispersed.
In other words, both had been illusory figures given form.
Yet these phantom images actually had a sense of solidity and could even attack like real people.
The phantom image that had just traded kicks with him had been no different from a real person.
Huang Xiao had sensed something amiss because his opponent's force had seemed a little weak.
Given Pang Yi's strength, he could not possibly have been capable of so little.
Thus, Huang Xiao