Bai Zihan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The arrogant laughter echoing across the battlefield did not seem to bother him in the slightest.
Instead—
A faint coldness appeared in his gaze.
"Is that so?"
He raised the Eternal Spirit Sword slightly.
The blade shimmered as spiritual light began to gather along its edge.
Then—
"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"
Bai Zihan's figure suddenly blurred.
In the next instant—
His body split.
Nine identical figures of Bai Zihan appeared across the battlefield, each holding an Eternal Spirit Sword.
Their auras were nearly indistinguishable.
The surrounding guards gasped.
"It's the Bai Clan's signature Technique, Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword!"
"Nine…?! Which one is real?"
Chong Sheng, however, merely sneered.
"Useless!"
His voice echoed from the shadows.
"You think something like this can fool me?"
His figure flickered again, turning into a drifting shadow as he shifted his position across the battlefield.
From his perspective—
