The Vortex’s True Form!

"Bastard!" Meng Chao roared. His saber moved like a blood-soaked dragon that went straight for the imitator. 

The imitator grinned and used his knee to press against Xiang Wei's headless body to send it forward. 

Meng Chao did not want to leave behind his own marks on Xiang Wei's body, so he could only dodge sideways. 

The imitator curled up behind Xiang Wei's corpse, then sprung forward and bounced away. He swung his saber downward with an unstoppable momentum, and his stance was the exact same as that of Meng Chao. 

Meng Chao was prepared for it from the start. Bloody Soul drew a sharp arc in the air. The two sabers clashed briefly, creating a shower of sparks, before separating. The sparks did not disappear even after a long time had passed. 

The two men were forced three steps back by each other's momentum. They then placed their sabers horizontally in front of their chests and engaged in a silent stalemate.