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Meng Fuyao was waiting.

She was waiting for the ash to fade away completely.

That bastard could not possibly be so legendary to be able to exactly replicate someone else. As such, he would always use smokescreen whenever he appeared. The first time was in the dark cabin, while the second time was when he walked so quickly that the pile of fire surged and blurred their vision. This time, he made use of the moment that she closed her eyes to destroy the wooden railings. When ash was all over the place, he capitalized on the opportunity to appear at the same moment as Zhangsun Wuji did.

The ash would eventually fade, and there would definitely be a flaw in his trickery.

However, the ash did not fade, and instead, there were thick plumes of haze in the air. Meng Fuyao held her breath and stepped back cautiously, but she sensed that the haze was not poisonous. The faint smell in the haze was not very useful, but it successfully masked Zhangsun Wuji's unique body scent.

The person in front of her calmly said, ”Fuyao, come over.”

At the same time, the person behind her said quietly, ”Fuyao, it's me.”

The one in front looked up and gazed at the one behind. Without any additional words, he flicked his sleeves, and a jade Ruyi appeared. There was a sudden gleam of the jade as he aimed the Ruyi towards the other person's face.

When Meng Fuyao saw that jade Ruyi, her eyes lit up, and she immediately flipped over, raising her palm to attack the person behind her. However, the person behind her did not speak a word and lept over her. A similar smooth jade Ruyi also appeared from his sleeves.

Meng Fuyao was flabbergasted, and she forcefully kept her palm. However, the momentum was too strong, and she could only divert her strike to the wall. There was a loud bang as the wall linking to the adjacent cell collapsed in a second, and that caused her neighbor to scream as though he was a pig being slaughtered. Meng Fuyao had yet to fully recover, and such a forceful stop in her strike caused her inner energy to flow uncomfortably. Hearing that person's screams while she felt frustrated and disgusted was especially annoying. Hence, she cursed. ”F*ck, shut up!”

As she barked, a mouthful of vent-up blood flew from her mouth and landed on the wall, and she immediately raised her hand to wipe it. The two people behind her could not see her vomiting, but they could hear her unstable tone. In shock, they asked in unison, ”Fuyao, are you alright-”

Enraged, Meng Fuyao turned sharply and shouted, ”Shut up!”

After shouting, she felt very helpless. What situation was this?

The two Zhangsun Wujis looked coldly at each other, and their expressions were a carbon copy of each other. It was icy cold and full of hatred. One of them extended his sleeves, pressed down his jade Ruyi and created a flowy 3-foot arc in the air. Immediately, there was an arch of an inverted arc, and it looked like the moonlight that rose from the sea.

This made Meng Fuyao's eyes light up again. She had seen Zhangsun Wuji performing this once before, and it was so unique that no one could replicate it. Kicking herself away from the wall in front of her, she leaped and dove like a sparrow, while the black gleam of Destiny Rebellion appeared from her elbow. She aimed straight for the other Zhangsun Wuji.

That Zhangsun Wuji looked up at Meng Fuyao, and his expression was one of anxiousness and regret, which made Meng Fuyao falter a bit. Instinctively, her strike slowed. At that moment, that Zhangsun Wuji pressed down his jade Ruyi and made an arc of moonlight across the air—it was the exact same move!

Meng Fuyao broke down completely. She heaved a long sigh and allowed herself to drop to the ground with a loud bang. She rolled in the pile of rice straws and decided not to get up anymore.

Then, the two Zhangsun Wujis said at the same time, ”You-”

Meng Fuyao resolutely shut her eyes and pretended to be dead.

The two Zhangsun Wujis took a look at each other. This time round, none of them spoke and decided to battle it out. It was so chaotic as they tumbled and zoomed past like spiders and butterflies. With eyes wide open, Meng Fuyao watched their battle and thought that the enemy should be stronger one since Zhangsun Wuji was injured. However, she could not be totally sure as the enemy could be showing his weakness to lure her into his trap.

This bastard had an eccentric personality, and he seemed to like witnessing people struggle, doubt, and guard against each other. He also seemed to especially favor the act of making people turn ruthless and mistrusting, and eventually, make them kill the people of their own kind. To him, assassination was not the top priority.

In front of her were two people with expert moves. Since true experts could learn another person's moves instantly, it was not possible to find a flaw through their battle.

Feeling annoyed, Meng Fuyao looked down, and she suddenly saw the figurines that she weaved. There were the ones of Zhangsun Wuji and Lord Yuan Bao which she weaved, and there was another half-finished product. Looking at the slim figure of the product, she guessed that Zhangsun Wuji probably wanted to weave her figure.

Holding that half-finished product in her palm, she suddenly asked, ”Zhangsun Wuji, what were you weaving just now?”

Amongst the chaotic battle, both of them turned to look at her. One immediately answered, ”You.”

Meng Fuyao was about to feel a sense of joy, but the other person said, ”Of course it's you.”

The corners of Meng Fuyao's lips twitched. Thought that Zhangsun Wuji was slightly slower in answering, the real Zhangsun Wuji was always long-winded in the way he spoke. On second thought, both opened their mouths at the same time.

As long as one's reaction was fast enough, it wasn't impossible to learn the same answer.

Meanwhile, the two of them continued to battle, and they slowly approached her. Their figures continuously zoomed by her as they shifted from one position to the other.

Sitting down lazily, Meng Fuyao acted as though she was tired of dealing with the situation. Suddenly, she said, ”Zhangsun Wuji, if I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have talked to you when I first met you at Yanjing.”

Both of them fell silent for a moment. One said, ”Essence Mystic Mountain.”

The other person immediately said, ”Who said we first met at Yanjing? We were on Essence Mystic Mountain…”

Meng Fuyao immediately lept up.

When she jumped, the dark aura of Destiny Rebellion shot into the air. Without speaking a word, she struck towards that person's back!

The person who said too much and learned the wrong words!

The fake one had an opportunity to harm the real Zhangsun Wuji, but he somehow let go of that chance. Making use of this moment, Zhangsun Wuji stepped forward, forcing the fake to shun away, and that allowed his back to be exposed to Meng Fuyao!

At the same time, Meng Fuyao's sword was waiting for his heart!

Wield! Aim for the heart! A strike filled with hatred!