These doppelgangers were not illusory afterimages; each one was incredibly corporeal.
They radiated a sharp, heart-pounding aura, identical to that of the original body.
Hundreds of Ling Xuzis bloomed like a death lotus in an instant, turning the tables and surrounding their would-be ambushers.
Immediately after, the enemies trapped in the encirclement, regardless of their distance or power,
were sliced as if by invisible blades the very instant the hundreds of white-clad figures appeared.
Lethal blossoms of blood bloomed out of thin air—on their foreheads, their throats, or over their hearts.
Without so much as a single decent scream, they fell silently in droves.
And from start to finish, the original Ling Xuzi at the center of the scene never once touched the hilt of the sword on his back.
The second scene switched to the second stage of the preliminary round of the Cosmic Peak Genius Tournament.
Ling Xuzi was there, standing on one of the massive arenas.
