Lemon Slices

Crossing over to an independent urban world where martial arts and immortal law coexisted, the only thing Lin Shen could rely on was his clone's golden finger.
"Clone cultivation, the host becomes stronger."
"Clone [Pure Flame Body]: Flame attribute techniques cultivation speed +300%, Blazing Flame Palm, Melting Hand, Pure Flame Sword Skill... Any flame attribute techniques at your service. You can become a master in a day!"
"Clone [Natural Daoist Body]: cultivation speed +500%. All martial arts techniques can be understood at first glance, and will be integrated, crushing all geniuses!"
"Clone [Non-self Sword God]: Sword art technique power +200%, sword art technique cultivation speed +200%. No matter how strong you are, I will cut you down with one strike!"
...
"You never know how many clones are trying to cultivate behind the person you are talking to in front of you!"
"What does it have to do with me if my clone did it?"
"Don't try to outnumber me cuz you can't!"

I Have Countless Clones

Ding Leng wasn't a stubborn person. When he saw the situation wasn't looking good, he immediately shouted,

"I don't want this Treasure Gold Cloud Sand anymore. Let's stop here!"

Seeing that Lin Shen didn't answer and only looked at him indifferently, Ding Leng gritted his teeth and said,

"Don't think I'm begging for mercy. I have a trump card. If you insist on fighting the battle, we'll fight to the death!"

Lin Shen didn't give Ding Leng any more time to talk nonsense. With a move of his feet, he had already rushed out.

At the same time, the two clones also rushed towards Ding Leng from two other directions, forming a siege.

Seeing this, Ding Leng's face darkened, and he shouted sternly,

Kill Them All (1)