Shen Li opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not uttering a sound.
He did not recognise the Northern Ocean Clone, thinking that he was some expert that Yan Zhaoge had come to know and invited to help him.
Thus, Shen Li had disregarded and belittled Yan Zhaoge in his words in an attempt to first get the Northern Ocean Clone to reconsider things.
Who knew that the Northern Ocean Clone would totally ignore him, his fist arriving before him right after Yan Zhaoge called for battle. Shen Li felt greatly stifled by this.
Carefully looking at the expressions on their faces which were exactly the same, looking as if they were smiling whilst also not, with the same runes flickering within their pupils as well, only then did Shen Li realise that something was wrong.
"Martial Saint clone?!" Shen Li nearly vomited blood.