“Hehe!”
“Woowoo!”
“Ah!”
All sorts of noises rose from the fragments.They squirmed on the ground, crawling toward one another, as if possessing consciousness. Moments later, they had reassembled into six clones.
After this “resurrection,” their individual expressions seemed a touch more vivid.
“Interesting.” Shuo Feng, once again surrounded, finally showed a hint of seriousness on his face.
Six identical wooden swords materialized around him in an instant. Each met one of Su Xiaomei’s six clones.
While the swords held the clones at bay, Shuo Feng’s gaze swept his surroundings, as if searching for something.
A moment later, a faint smile touched his lips.
In the next instant, Shuo Feng appeared six zhang to the left, facing a seemingly empty spot.
Another wooden sword appeared in his hand, and he gave a light swing forward.
A hidden figure was abruptly forced into the open by Shuo Feng’s strike.
However, in the very next second, the smile vanished from Shuo Feng’s face.
Because the expression on this hidden figure’s face was one of pure worry. It was not her true self, but the clone of Worry!
After shattering the clone with a slash of his sword, Shuo Feng looked back toward where the other six had been.
He saw Su Xiaomei’s true self playfully wink at him.
Shuo Feng’s face remained impassive. The six wooden swords flashed, instantly bisecting the six figures.
“Where else can you run to?” Shuo Feng narrowed his eyes, looking at the fragments of all seven figures.
As if in response to his words, Su Xiaomei’s voice rang out behind Shuo Feng. “Run? I’ve been right here from the start.”
Her eyes turned crimson. All the fragments littering the battlefield vanished, returning to her true self.
Six different expressions flickered rapidly across her face, finally settling on rage.
Then, her aura surged violently as her innate divine ability activated. The crimson in her eyes spread, dyeing her hair red as her power erupted eightfold.
Su Xiaomei’s fist slammed hard into Shuo Feng’s body!
Yet, a ripple of light flowed across the blue cloth robes he wore.
He did not move an inch. Only the hem of his garment swayed slightly.
Shuo Feng’s expression did not change in the slightest. Only a sword silhouette abruptly flashed into being in his eyes.
Right then, Su Xiaomei let out a series of sighs. “I’m done! This is pointless!”
Shuo Feng paused. Then, he turned to look back toward the direction of Shixi Mountain, from where they had come.
Between heaven and earth, the world seemed to brighten for an instant.
A sword light shot away into the distance.
Boom!
A distant rumble and a muffled grunt echoed faintly, as if it had struck something.
Watching a few peach blossom petals drift slowly down in the far distance, Shuo Feng snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and sheathed his sword.
***
Within the Tianxuan Mirror, Li Fan, who had witnessed the entire battle, could not help but murmur a word of praise.
“Fine swordsmanship!”