Battling a Half Profound Fighter

Sacrificing one of his clones, Ye Mo lured the Half Profound Realm fighter over and finished off the rest. Everything went as planned.

Losing a clone meant nothing to Ye Mo.

Normal fighters needed a year or more to generate a clone due to the large amount of True Energy that creating a clone required, but Ye Mo did not have this kind of concern.

"Good kid," Tai Seng said calmly. "You're willing to sacrifice your clone. Having killed all of our people, it seems like you've planned this in advance."

"That's right. I'm going to kill all of the people from the First Heaven Society," Ye Mo replied nonchalantly as he grabbed his Sky Blood Spear and floated in the air.

"All of us? Such arrogance from a fighter in the Third Tier of the Transcendence Realm."

Tai Seng laughed loudly as the muscles of his arms started to tighten and the True Energy in his body already started to explode out. He was already infuriated.