The entire sword dance lasted for the time it took to brew a cup of tea before it gradually weakened and turned into the figure of Chu Chen Duan Tian a thousand feet away.
Wu Dacheng's forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was a little pale. His nine doppelgangers merged into one, standing with a sword in hand, and his eyes were cold.
The elders were even more shocked and gasped as if they couldn't believe that Wu Dacheng had survived that move without any injury.
Chen duantian himself was a little surprised. His face turned serious as he raised his hand and made a grabbing motion.
Light blue specks of light appeared around his palm, floating in the wind.
Then, all the light spots turned into sword shadows and gathered in his palm. They turned into a light blue long sword that was emitting a piercing light.
