Yu Xuan and the other Yu Xuan locked eyes. No words were needed, they both knew this would be the final clash. After this, win or lose, their bodies would be too broken to continue.
Both let out a guttural war cry and surged forward.
The air between them screamed as their auras collided, and then—
BOOM.
A thunderous shockwave ripped through the plain, then silence.
Yu Xuan now stood inches away from his opponent. Pain bloomed in his chest, the fake's hand was buried deep within, the blood red aura burning a hole straight through his body.
The fake Yu Xuan, however, was not unscathed. His other arm, which had caught Yu Xuan's blade, hung limply before dropping to the ground. Across his chest, a single shallow slash bled slowly… yet behind it, Yu Xuan's sword had kissed his heart.
Both coughed blood, the sound wet and ragged. The fake gave a small, almost knowing smile, his indifferent eyes flickered with emotion for the first time.
