A Slap

"Just because you're tough doesn't mean that I can't kill you."

Hong Luo's eyes were emotionless, "However, you were captured so easily by me. I don't think you'll die from this."

He was defeated just by her throwing a fireball. Even if this person was still at the Golden Core realm, this definitely was not all he had.

The next second, her pupils constricted.

Song Shi appeared behind her out of thin air without any warning.

Amidst the dragon's roar, a volcanic eruption of power poured down on her back and instantly shattered the air between them.

Song Shi retracted his palm and looked at the shattered Hong Luo. The other party had already become a paper figurine that was burning in the flames.

"Paper clone?"

He fell into deep thought. This clone looked even more brilliant than his One Qi Cloning Technique because the paper figurine had a physical body and was more resilient.