Jun Zha, meanwhile, frowned slightly, his usual casual air fading.
'Three opponents… even for me, this isn't ideal.' he thought, the gourd hummed faintly at his side, responding to his Qi.
Then his gaze flicked across the battlefield — to the distant figure of Yu Xuan, who was calmly fighting three disciples at once, suppressing them as if they were children.
Jun Zha's mouth twitched.
'That monster… he's not even going all out,' he thought.
'Who is he? Why have I not heard of him?'
But his brief distraction nearly cost him — because when he turned his attention back to Wu Tianjian, something had changed.
The golden swordsman now stood in two places at once.
Two Wu Tianjians faced him — identical in form, aura, and sword intent, each radiating a terrifying pressure.
The air around them crackled as both of them raised their blades in unison, their movements perfectly mirrored.
