Sikong Longxiang's face had turned a shade of iron blue. He couldn't understand how his strike had failed to inflict any harm on Zheng Ming.
It seemed impossible, yet there stood Zheng Ming right before him, unscathed and proud. Seeing Zheng Ming completely unhurt, a trace of madness crept into Sikong Longxiang's eyes.
"Take another hit from me!" Sikong Longxiang's voice had barely faded when four dragon claws emerged from the void.
Of these four dragon claws, three were illusions and one was real, creating an overwhelming presence as they swept through the air.
Zheng Ming possessed the Taoist Heart Seed Demon Technique, giving him a sense of awareness far beyond that of an ordinary person. Faced with Sikong Longxiang's entirely illusory move, a cold sneer filled his heart.
While this move appeared genuinely powerful, its might was no greater than the previous one.
If there was any difference, it lay in the increased number of illusions, making the move more deceptive.
