Just as everyone's gazes were focused on the light blue woven net around Beiting Huang, the sky above Long Yu's head was already enveloped by 72 similarly snow-white flexible swords wrapped in light blue elemental energy.
Even the light blue elemental energy could not hide the coldness of the flexible sword. The piercing coldness was like sharp needles, illuminating Long Yu's already pale face and making it even paler.
What, what was going on?
"A doppelganger? That Ultimate Kill actually has a doppelganger function. F*ck, is this still a high-grade spiritual weapon?"
"No way, which bastard appraised a supreme treasure as a high-grade spiritual artifact?"
"Do the appraisers at the Royal Auction House eat shit?"
"Heavens, why does all good luck belong to Your Excellency Beiting Huang?"
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