"Shadow?"
"Your opponent is me, and you dare to be distracted in front of me?"
Jing He's gaze fell on Su Mu. His figure flickered, and a flash of cold light suddenly pierced through Su Mu, causing a small hint of surprise to appear on Jing He's face.
Because his strike missed, the silhouette left by Su Mu disappeared like foam.
"No wonder Sima Lin died at your hands, there's something interesting here."
Jing He spoke with a demeanor of superiority, his tone faint and dismissive.
...
Su Mu's figure flickered. With the Extreme Shadow Body Technique, he made a late move that arrived first. With a step so fast, it was as if he teleported right in front of the gray silhouette.
The gray silhouette was identical in shape to Jing He but appeared eerie because it had no facial features.
At this moment, the crystal human form within Su Mu's sea of consciousness opened its eyes and boldly extended its right hand. The shadow flickered, but it couldn't escape these long fingers.
