Sword Qi filled the sky, slashing towards the four in the center.
"Arrogant!"
"Seeking death!"
The four attacked, dispersing the Sword Qi and charging towards Lin Xuan.
Everyone thought Lin Xuan was being far too reckless, taking on four opponents alone, including two Chief Disciples from sects; it was simply an impossible feat.
Indeed, Lin Xuan did not face it head-on; his figure swayed, utilizing the powers of Wind and Thunder, leaving behind countless afterimages on the ground.
Each one seemed as real as the next, making it impossible to differentiate the true from the false.
"Trivial trick!" Wan Jianxing sneered coldly, sweeping out his sword like a shooting star. Dozens of Sword Qi swiftly struck towards Lin Xuan.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Those illusory shadows were slashed one by one, dissipating into blue smoke.
As the shadows in the arena grew fewer, the four slowly surrounded the remaining few.