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

Unless the Rakshasa Mirror was shattered one day, their souls would dissipate then.

Therefore, the rakshasa demoness's death didn't make Yi Sufeng all that sad. What really shocked her was the strength Lin Shen had displayed.

How strong did he have to be to kill four to five hundred rakshasa demonesses in one strike?

When she regained her senses, Yi Sufeng immediately drew in her breath. How could she not know that she had messed with the wrong man?

She couldn't be more wrong when she guessed that Lin Shen only had ten to twenty meridians!

Such strength… Even a disciple of a large sect with more than 30 meridians was far inferior to this young man!

"Where did this person come from?"

At this moment, Lin Shen turned around and looked at her. His sharp eyes, which were enveloped by the Forbidden Golden Armor, were as piercing as sharp swords.

Cultivator Master's Battle (2)