Matchup

On the seventh level of the Tower of the Seventh Soul.

Ling Xian was focused like never before as he crazily manipulated his own Qi until it is at its peak. He was now prepared for the upcoming matchup.

In front of him, stood two men dressed in white. They had the same visage as Ling Xian, and their demeanors were the same as well – just as horrifying.

The only difference was that the two men before him were utterly lifeless, as if they were walking corpses.

It was obvious that those two were also Ling Xian. The Tower had used some kind of technique to make them appear human-like. Despite the fact that they were definitely fake beings, their capabilities will not pale next to Ling Xian's.

In other words, Ling Xian was about to face two of himself. How could he not be prepared?