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

Otherwise, Jiang Wanying would have died long ago.

However, Jiang Wanying didn't know that. Seeing that Lin Shen hadn't used any True Martial techniques and had only used some low-level martial techniques, he thought that Lin Shen was deliberately teasing him. He was filled with monstrous anger.

As an elite disciple of the Blood Sea Sect, he naturally had his pride. Previously, he was already extremely frustrated when he was defeated and had to flee for the sake of the sect. How could he tolerate being humiliated like this?

Jiang Wanying's eyes were filled with anger, as if he was going to fight to his death.

He roared and no longer held back. Thick blood light surged out of his body, and he instantly turned into a blood shadow that pounced forward.

Lin Shen immediately sensed Jiang Wanying's intentions. Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"

That's It (3)