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

As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it!

The people at the top of the mountain were undoubtedly mantises that were catching cicadas.

Miao You couldn't help but glance at Lin Shen, who sat calmly beside her. She was filled with mixed emotions.

Not only was he astonishingly powerful at such a young age, but he was also extremely shrewd!

Such a person would have shocking achievements in the future.

For some reason, Miao You didn't feel as resentful toward the fact that she was forced to sign a soul contract.

Signing a soul contract with a young cultivator with astonishing potential didn't seem all that unacceptable.

Lin Shen didn't know what Miao You was thinking. His gaze was fixed on the battle in the distance.

It had only been twenty to thirty seconds since the balance was broken, but almost ten people had already died.

Have the Last Laugh (2)