The imposing Wang Xuan stood upon Xingyu, his figure towering tens of thousands of feet high, holding the massive head of the Golden Crow.
"You, why..." Diyang Wushuang's heart was filled with unwillingness and confusion.
He had clearly inflicted severe injuries on Wang Xuan, leaving him barely able to breathe, without the strength to retaliate.
He obviously had won, just one step away from beheading Wang Xuan.
But at this moment, Wang Xuan showed no signs of injury and even used some mysterious technique to decapitate him from his peak condition.
What exactly happened?
Diyang Wushuang turned his eyes to see the figure he had knocked flying, the heavily wounded and dying Wang Xuan was still there, and the Wang Xuan before him holding his head was equally real.
"Feeling played by me?" Wang Xuan beckoned with his hand, and the clone created by the Three Elements Great Method flew rapidly from a distance, merging back into his original body.
