Killing Two Clones Consecutively
The four mysterious adepts laughed. The sword took the devils countless years to forge, and it was designed for cutting anything tough. Light shone from every corner, preventing anyone from entering.
One of the adepts brayed, “Damn it. He took the Merit! Damn it!”
He teleported away from the void.
“Third Palace Master is useless! The kid deserves to die!”
“Curse him!”
Sword Aura opened a rift. A powerful sword was absent. The man in white would eventually arrive.
Divine tortoise: “Haha, what did I say? Yang Tian lured one of the palace masters away. Empyrean Slaying Sword Formation will crumble on its own.”
Miracle stone: “Hmph! I wonder where they came from. I wonder where the sword formation diagram came from.”
Yang Tian smashed his fists into First Divine Son’s cheeks over and over; First Divine Son coughed blood again and again. First Divine Son had notified a palace master of Yang Tian’s infiltration. He threatened, “There’s no escape for you!”
“I’ll kill you even if I can’t!” Yang Tian hit First Divine Son on the head with Heaven Restoration Divine Cauldron. “So what if you have a divine body? It was and never will be yours. You’re just an experiment!”
Yang Tian slapped First Divine Son multiple times.
“Nonsense!”
Zhou An: “Hurry and go! Their palace master’s clone is coming! He’s reached the peak of Divine Realm!”
Yang Tian widened his eyes and thrust his fist through First Divine’s Son. He dug out Chaos Source and yelled, “Hmph, now the upper echelon will punish you for losing Chaos Source!”
“Let’s go!” Yang Tian punctured a wall and raced out.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Sword Aura whooshed over to Yang Tian.
Zhou An: “Empyrean Slaying Sword!”
Heaven Restoration Divine Soul couldn’t defend against the sword that took countless years to forge. Yang Tian was reduced to a misty field of blood.
“Pfft!” Yang Tian’s real body back in the city coughed blood.
Yuan Xia went pale in the face. “What happened, Yang Tian?”
Yang Tian vanished without replying, rendering Yuan Xia worried. She raced to Devil Mountain forthwith. She couldn’t do without Yang Tian.
Zhou An looked deathly pale, thinking, Is Yang Clan done for?
The man with the emperor robe sighed. In the next instant, he said, “Wait, that’s not his real body. Is that his clone? Unbelievable!”
Someone appeared where the bloody mist dispersed. Since he didn’t see Merit anywhere, the plot was, therefore, ruined. He brayed, “Damn it!”
Zhou An: “Haha, go home and wait for your punishment, Third Palace Master!”
Man with the emperor robe: “Haha, exactly, exactly.”
What a joke. Third Palace Master would be the laughing stock of the race if they found out a Great Autarch Realm cultivator fooled him. The angry third palace master raged. Zhou An taunted him. Third Palace Master clenched his fists. He looked to the violent energy collecting in the void. He thundered, “Come out!”
Still pale and hurt, Yang Tian roared. He absorbed Twelve Universe Killing Formation’s energy and emerged. His aura shook the palace. Tornadoes rampaged. Twelve Yang Tians spawned.
The same Sword Aura slashed through the void. Third Palace Master executed a series of sword manoeuvres to damage the formation. Yang Tian fled since the formation could only hold up for a dozen seconds. Indeed, the Sword Aura shattered the red barrier swiftly, and Third Palace Master chased after Yang Tian.
Third Palace Master slashed Sword Aura at Yang Tian. Yang Tian had nothing that he could effectively protect himself with. Yang Tian’s clone splattered. Third Palace Master’s joy went out the window when he realised it was a clone.
When Yang Tian saw Yuan Xia followed him, he exclaimed, “Damn it, what are you doing here?!”
Yang Tian scared Yuan Xia, but she kept going after him. “I’m worried about you!”
Third Palace Master got excited. “Hahaha, then stay together!”
“Bastard!” Yang Tian grabbed hold of Yuan Xia’s hand. “Are you afraid of death?”
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