The Ancestor saw a change in Lin Mu.
"Another sword? No… five swords?" the Ancestor blurted out, his many eyes widening in confusion as Lin Mu's silhouette blurred.
It looked as though five additional arms had sprouted from Lin Mu's right shoulder, each one holding a copy of his sword.
'Spectral Phantasm Strike!' Lin Mu chanted internally, his gaze sharp as lightning.
He had been saving this illusory move for a long time, and now the moment had finally arrived to use it.
SHING!
All five swords struck at once, their movements overlapping in a blur of phantasmal light.
Only one of them was real, but the Ancestor could not tell which. The real sword passed through the back of his beetle-like head, facing a moment of resistance before the Sword Intent annihilated it completely, slicing through with ease.
SHUA!
The Ancestor's head flew into the air, the stag beetle form shattering mid-flight. His many eyes glowed with disbelief and rage as his body staggered backward.
