"Today, I will use your blood to sacrifice my White Blade!"
"Ye Jiujie, today this altar will be your burial ground!"
He roared wildly, a stark contrast to his previous calm demeanor. His eyes were now filled with violent killing intent, surpassing even Shangchuan Duan Shui from before.
"Nine-layered Shadow Clone, Thousand Layers of Illusion!"
He uttered in a low voice, interlocking the last three fingers behind his hands, then placing the index and thumb together, a gesture exclusive to ninjas.
Three, six, twelve
Motionless, his figure split into three, and then the shadows multiplied exponentially. Each clone was identical to Shangchuan Duantian, indistinguishable from the others.
Within just a few seconds, nearly a thousand shadow clones appeared in the sky, forming an arc that encircled Ye Qingfeng at the center. What was most astonishing was that each one held a broken White Blade.
"Ye Jiujie, my Japanese ninjutsu will make you experience endless pain!"
