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

Sensing Yan Jingren's killing intent, Lin Shen was unmoved. He smiled faintly and stabbed out with his sword.

Killing intent filled Yan Jingren's chest, but he didn't intend to try his sword on Lin Shen anymore. He suddenly stretched out his palm, bent his fingers into claws, and grabbed at the air.

In an instant, dense balls of air of white, green, blue, red, and yellow colors suddenly appeared. They intertwined and charged toward Lin Shen.

Lin Shen had seen Leng Guangting use this spell before, so he recognized it immediately.

"A spell? It's impolite not to reciprocate. Here's mine!"

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Shen stabbed out with his fingers. Four streaks of invisible sword energy that looked like blades pierced through the void like lightning, heading toward the five-colored ball of air!

Regret Is Useless (1)