"Who are you? Why are you impersonating me?"
Bai Lingxi One's face was cold as frost. Her frigid aura chilled the surrounding space until it felt like an ice cellar, as though it could freeze the other woman to death.
Bai Lingxi Two's gaze was sharp as a sword, seemingly capable of slicing the other Bai Lingxi into countless pieces. "And who are you? What do you intend by impersonating me?"
She turned to Chu Xisheng, who sat atop the Altar of Heaven. "Your Majesty, do not let her deceive you. This woman approached Your Majesty under my identity. She must have some ulterior purpose."
Chu Xisheng chuckled. "You're making this very difficult for me. Which of you should I believe? You have the same face and the same figure. Even your gifts and your words hardly differ. I can hardly make you fight to determine who's real."
As he spoke, he looked back and forth between them. "That probably wouldn't settle it either. Who can say the stronger one must be the real Bai Lingxi? How about this? I've heard Bai Lingxi is renowned for her Heavenly Wing Sword Body. Why don't you show me whose Martial Dao is more authentic?"
The two Bai Lingxis exchanged looks.
Besides shock, doubt, anger, wariness, and murderous intent, their eyes both held intense hatred.
When they heard the words "make you fight," both frowned slightly in unison.
But upon hearing Chu Xisheng's next suggestion, neither hesitated.
A pair of sword wings unfurled behind each of them simultaneously, their imposing presence vast and magnificent, their auras incomparably keen.
Each pair of sword wings held twenty-six illusory sword silhouettes, all condensed from Heavenly Order power and True Essence. They blazed brilliantly, their Sword Qi soaring into the heavens.
Chu Xisheng's expression gradually grew solemn,