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

And there was Lin Shen, who was so powerful that he didn't look like a cultivator of the Long Breath Stage at all!

Only then did Jin Hai realize why the man in the black robe kept saying that it wouldn't be easy to take Lin Shen down and had to think about it?

Seeing that the cat general and Lin Shen were about to kill all the yellow-scarved warriors, Jin Hai gritted his teeth and took out a talisman from his storage bag.

Just then, the cat general happened to kill the last yellow-scarved warrior. When he turned around and saw the talisman in Jin Hai's hand, his expression turned solemn.

Lin Shen was about to ask what the talisman was when Jin Hai flicked his fingers, and the talisman burst into flames. It then turned into a sword.

The blade was illusory and gave off an intimidating sharp feeling.

It's My Turn (2)