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

These Dharma treasures, which were at most inferior-grade profound armaments, couldn't even stop the drops for a moment. In an instant, they were sent flying by the Nether Yin Heavy Water.

In less than a second, the Blood Sea Sect's cultivator master followed in his companion's footsteps and exploded into a blood mist that filled the sky.

The last one was also stopped by Lin Shen. When he blocked Lin Shen's attack, he was killed by the Nether Yin Heavy Water that came from behind.

The battle lasted for no more than three seconds. Zeng Chengde, who was in the cave, had barely had time to realize that his three fellow disciples were all dead.

Watching Lin Shen on the Heavenly Eye Mirror, everyone in the cave fell silent.

After a long while, someone couldn't help but break the silence. His tone was filled with disbelief.

The Tip of the Iceberg (2)