The four teleportation gates opened, and the entire Sword Realm expanded infinitely as four Black Swords thrust out from those gates, directly targeting Xiao Jing at the center.
Xiao Jing's flesh and blood disintegrated, but this time it didn't repair. The shattered flesh seemed cloaked in a mirage, suddenly transforming into black mycelium, and then back into red flesh and white bone, making it hard to discern.
Yet in the next moment, Xiao Jing stabilized. His flesh transformed into a storm, shredding Wei Zhuang's Sword Realm. Meanwhile, another version of him leaped from the Imperial City, pouncing on Wei Zhuang.
Originally, he didn't plan on acting, but upon seeing Wei Zhuang's face, an unnameable fire arose within him. In his hazy memory, this person should have been loyal to him.
And now with betrayal, he deserved death.
"No... Ha... Annoying, not right..."
Yet soon, he once again sensed that odd feeling of someone digging holes in his own home.
"Something's there..."
