Back at the training field of Da Hong Immortal Sect in Mt. Fengyu of Yong Chang, more than a score of young men and ladies were gazing at Wang Xian in astonishment.
Hua Yu was stupefied as he stared at Wang Xian with disbelief.
He did not expect that a newbie who had just joined could trounce him. As someone who was prideful, he found this hard to swallow.
Since there is an Illusory sword, could I make my own phantom images too?
Wang Xian was not even paying attention to the surrounding group of youngsters. He was holding the sword and pondering to himself.
Gazing at the stream of water and the reflection in it, he revealed a faint smile on his face.
Pop!
At this time, a water clone that looked exactly like Wang Xian appeared beside him. However, the clone was transparent.
Wang Xian grasped his sword, yet again.
Om!