Pang Yi roared, "Shut up!"
Leng Guhan laughed loudly, his figure flickering again.
Countless images of Leng Guhan appeared before Pang Yi.
Pang Yi was shocked to discover that, for the moment, he could not tell where Leng Guhan's true body was.
Which one is it? Pang Yi's heart jolted.
He discovered that all these figures carried fierce Sword Qi, as though each were real. But where exactly was the real one?
Human-Sword Unity: the sword was Leng Guhan, and Leng Guhan was the sword.
Pang Yi knew Leng Guhan's attainments in the Sword Dao, so such comprehension came as no surprise.
But he had never seen the moves being displayed now and could not immediately think of a way to counter them.
"Impressive," Huang Xiao said, his eyes narrowing.
He stared at Leng Guhan's figures, deeply surprised.
These figures were all manifestations of Sword Qi. Calling them false was not quite right either; these manifestations were also immensely powerful.
But Leng Guhan himself was still the most powerful. He had already come to regard himself entirely as a keen sword. With the divine weapon Zhanlu Sword as well, his next strike was certain to shake the heavens.
"Hall Master, watch out!" Mo Pozheng shouted.
"Worry about yourself!" Zuo Qiu Shu snapped.
She had not expected Mo Pozheng to dare concern himself with someone else's safety while fighting her. Was he looking down on her?
"Old hag, get out of my way!" The Demonic Qi around Mo Pozheng surged, and he violently blasted Zuo Qiu Shu away.
He now understood: Leng Guhan was stronger than Pang Yi. It was absurd, yet it had happened all the same.
In just these few years, Leng Guhan had actually raised his strength to such a level.
If Pang Yi kept fighting him, he