At this moment, the Black Jiao appeared exceptionally calm.
The blade was caught by Xu Zimei, yet he simply abandoned it and withdrew.
Xu Zimei didn't stop him, merely watching quietly.
The Black Jiao steadied himself, his gaze slightly serious.
He was confident in his speed and Blade Technique.
Having only exchanged one move, he could already feel the opponent's strength.
For someone like him, walking along the cliff's edge, with one move either he kills others or gets killed himself.
He produced another short blade from somewhere unknown.
The two short blades crossed, and with a "bang," two powerful Blade Intents split apart.
Xu Zimei was unperturbed.
His right hand reached out, directly crushing the incoming Blade Qi.
Under the cover of the Blade Qi, the figure of the Black Jiao disappeared once more.
The next moment, around Xu Zimei, seven or eight figures of the Black Jiao appeared.
"Are these clones?" someone said.
