Night Edge bowed slightly, like a vicious wolf ready to pounce and wound someone at the moment, while corners of his mouth simultaneously turned up, "Heh, too bad you missed one point."
"Trading lives... this fighting style is indeed fierce, and its effect are quite good. But your life is precious, while mine is worthless."
Night Shock.
To the outside world, and even within the Night Spirit Society, he had always appeared a Night Edge's second brother.
But in truth.
Night Shock was nothing more than one of Night Edge's Possession Clones!
At times, the two 'brothers' would even deliberately argue, staging conflicts for outsiders to see.
All of it was an act.
A Careful arranged performance, meant to create unexpected results at critical moments.
If Night Shock were truly an Ordinary cultivator, why would he swallow a Desperate Potion without hesitation?
Why would he adopt such a suicidal fighting style?
A Desperate Potion.
