Chapter 1122: You Won’t Do (1/2)

Both of them were peak sixth level mortal realm, so the Inception Spiritrial Arena didn’t do anything to limit their cultivation. They quickly clashed against each other thousands of times in the span of a breath.

The crowd’s eyes were glued to the arena in front of them. Even the eternal overlords ready to depart from the divine sects and set out for the underworld put their expedition on hold. This had to do with the glory and honor of the nine divine sects, their very future was at stake! It was much more important than conquering the underworld.

If the nine divine sects possessed their own sovereigns, then it wouldn’t be that difficult to destroy the worlds.

Boom!

A huge explosion rang out from the arena as part of the void collapsed, forcing the two figures apart.

“So that’s all you’ve got, prince of Inception Palace.” A sneer formed at the lips of the water elemental disciple. “I’d thought these sacred princes and princesses were much stronger than us, but it turns out that there’s not much to you at all. Or is it that the sacred palaces actually want to return our title to us?”

Frowns rose and fell in the crowd at his jeering and the Inception disciples were even more disbelieving. They’d personally seen Lu Yun defeat Luo Chen with a single blow on another arena!

But for some reason, he was evenly matched with this water elemental disciple!

The six monarchs looked at each other, all of them reading amusement in each other’s eyes.

……

Lu Yun didn’t respond; the sword he’d formed from the power of inception had been shattered in the exchange. He materialized another copy and pointed it at his opponent.

“Your Highness, if that’s all you got, you can go die now,” the disciple sniggered at Lu Yun. And then…

He burst apart like a water ripple, filling the air with water droplets that then coalesced back into copies of himself and charged Lu Yun at the same time. Thousands of him filled the void, each of them just as real as the others. There was no telling which were fake, or perhaps they were all real!

“Mirror images!” Lu Yun sucked in a sharp breath at the dense horde in front of him, vanishing with a quick turn of his body before they arrived.

Bam!

A muffled impact echoed from the void and the thousands of copies winked out of existence, leaving room for the water elemental disciple to crash to the ground. His aura was already beginning to dissipate.

“How… is… this possible…” He stared accusingly at Lu Yun.

“I would much prefer a face to face battle, but you prefer these underhanded tricks with a million openings to them,” sighed Lu Yun. “Mirror images are but mirror images in the end, and there’s only one of you.”

“How did you identify me?!” screamed the disciple as he clung to life with sheer force of will, refusing to die.

“Um… have you ever looked in a mirror?” Lu Yun looked down at his defeated opponent and waggled his brows. “The images in a mirror are the reverse of the real thing.”

Pah!

The water elemental disciple spat out a mouthful of blood and died. He’d died from a sudden surge of anger.