The Tianmo youth sneered, "Is this interesting? Why not wait..."
The words had barely fallen when a strong, peculiar feeling suddenly bloomed in his heart.
Clearly it was the same scene, yet everything seemed so different.
He moved his five fingers, and the flying sword as well as Song Yan before him both turned to ashes.
"Dummy!"
"How...how is this possible?"
The Tianmo youth's pupils constricted, filled with disbelief, for the dummy was swapped right in front of him, and he hadn't even discerned it was a dummy before striking!
This was truly beyond comprehension to the extreme.
How could a mighty Tianmo fail to distinguish between real and fake people?
Isn't this a colossal joke?!
His pupils constricted, for he sensed the real murder intent was behind him.
