Li Zheng instinctively summoned the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade from his residence and held it in his hand, cutting towards the whip shadows attacking from the sky.
However, as the blade collided with the whip shadows, he felt an emptiness in his hand, cutting through nothing at all,
'Master, these whip shadows are fake.' The Bloodthirsty Demon Blade trembled in his hand, issuing a warning.
"Fake?" Li Zheng was slightly stunned and just as he was about to retract the blade, he felt something brush past his cheek.
The next instant, the myriad of whip shadows vanished, and the Bloodthirsty Demon Blade's next words resonated in Li Zheng's heart: 'Only one whip shadow is real, but the blade can't distinguish which one... but that's no longer important now.'
The Demon Blade slipped from his grip and fled back into the residence, fearing punishment from Li Zheng.
Li Zheng didn't bother with the Demon Blade, raising his hand to touch his face and found some powder.
