"Is that real?"
Jun Moqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked in horror; he didn't want to be scared by illusions.
"Of course it's real. What you see is what is about to happen. If you don't believe it, you can try."
Ling Xiao smiled and beckoned.
"I surrender!"
Jun Moqing bowed his head in contemplation for a moment, then finally sighed and said.
Surrender?
This time, the crowd erupted.
Because they didn't know the reason for Jun Moqing's surrender, it seemed utterly inexplicable.
Only Jun Moqing knew how wise his decision was.
By not fighting, he could save his life and preserve his combat strength.
If he had really struck with that sword just now, he believed he would either be seriously injured or, if not dead, not be able to continue in the battles ahead and might as well just go home.
"The mirror just now was a bit strange."
The Skysea King frowned.
"Indeed, that mirror seems like a type of Martial Soul, but we've never seen it before."
