"You..."
The assassin slowly turned his head and saw a figure in white clothing, with a smile on his face, looking at him.
The two were very close, and the dagger was in the hand of this figure in white.
He turned his head to look forward, only to see the original figure in white still standing there, smiling at him as well.
He knew, understood, and could feel clearly, that it was not an afterimage...
In other words, there were two identical figures, even their aura was the same, with physical bodies, carrying the Primordial Spirit, and the killing intent hidden beneath that smile appeared in his sight.
The dull gaze, at this moment, seemed mixed with some other flavors, perhaps confusion, or perhaps bewilderment.
"Screech!"
Su Han didn't give him any more chance. With a thought, the Second True Self directly exerted force, and the dagger sliced this person's body in half.
A Primordial Spirit appeared but still stood in place.
