In midair, the three Ling Xian's attacked aggressively. The God's Fists and God's Finger exploded and immediately suppressed Ming Luo's Holy Son.
This caused everyone to fall into a daze. Especially the Heavenly Demon, the complacency on his face had even turned into astonishment.
That was the Ming Luo Holy Son. Even in their world, he was considered an outstanding figure. Yet when he was one realm higher than Ling Xian, he was being suppressed. This was unbelievable!
"What kind of doppelganger is that? How could he be so strong? "
"According to my estimation, it should have at least 60% of the main body's combat power!"
"Oh my god, is this really just a clone? Why do I feel like that's his real body? "
Everyone found it hard to believe, and so did Holy Son Ming Luo.
As the person involved, he naturally knew more than the spectators. In his perception, these two doppelgangers didn't have sixty percent of their battle prowess, but seventy percent!
One had to know that clones were universally acknowledged to be of little value, even in their world. As far as he could remember, there was a technique that could make a doppelganger stronger, but it was at most equivalent to 50% of the original's combat power.
Yet Ling Xian's two clones achieved 70 percent. Why wouldn't he be shocked?
As soon as he thought of this shocking number, he felt dizzy.
"Kill!"
Ling Xian shouted. His clone and his original body attacked like a storm, forcing Ming Luo to defend himself.
It was not only because his doppelganger had 70% of his main body's combat power, but also because he had an extra pair of hands.
Even if Ming Luo blocked Ling Xian's attack, the clone's attack would still land on him.
Thus, in a short period of time, Holy Son Ming Luo's face had turned red, and his complexion had also turned somewhat pale.
And this was just the beginning.
Ling Xian's fists danced crazily and his godly fingers shook the sky, causing Ming Luo's Holy Son to be flustered and flustered. If one is lucky enough to trigger the Battle Immortal Bone, one can even leave a wound on this person's body.
"Damn it!"
Ming Luo's lungs were about to explode from anger. His divine spear danced wildly, sweeping through the nine heavens and ten earths.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared, and a baleful aura surged into the sky, causing everyone to feel as if they'd fallen into an icy pit, and their entire bodies went cold.
However, this did not deter Ling Xian.
His left hand was the Emperor's Fist, and his right hand was the Divine Finger.
The Dao Flower floated above the left clone's head, focusing on defense.
The clone on the right used the Seven Transformations of Punishing Heaven and supported from the side.
The three Ling Xian's complemented each other and cooperated seamlessly. They suppressed Ming Luo's Holy Son and could even be described as completely suppressing him.
This was because this was the Three Pure Ones. Not only did it allow the clone to possess 70% of the main body's battle prowess, but it also possessed everything that the main body possessed. Even the battle immortal bone was no exception.
Therefore, when the three Ling Xian triggered the battle immortal bone at the same time, the intensity of their attacks reached an unheard of level. It was as if the three Divine Princes had joined forces. They would kill anyone who stood in their way!
"Oh my god, he actually suppressed Ming Luo Holy Son …"
"Impossible, this is impossible! Holy Son Ming Luo is the strongest successor of the imperial family. How can he possibly be suppressed by a native? "
"My eyes must be playing tricks on me. Something like this would never happen even in my dreams!"
The Extraterrestrial Demon was in disbelief, and Holy Son Ming Luo was even more unable to accept it.
He was the strongest descendant of the Imperial Family. His battle prowess was great, and his potential was limitless. He was known as a future supreme expert. Yet he was being suppressed by Ling Xian. How could the proud him accept this?
"Go to hell!"
A loud roar shocked all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell.
Ming Luo Holy Son went insane. The spear broke apart and turned into an infinite amount of bloody light that poured down like rain.
This caused everyone's expressions to change, and they retreated without saying a word.
For one, it was far too powerful. For two, the area was far too wide. It engulfed everything within hundreds of miles.
Then, the entire space was filled with holes. Whether it was the void or the mountains, they were all corroded by the bloody rain. From afar, it was as if they had arrived in a world of blood.
Ling Xian was also being corroded. His original self was fine as he merely puked out a few mouthfuls of blood. But his clone was melting.
"Haha, now that you have lost your clone, I want to see how you defend!"
Ming Luo Holy Son laughed into the sky. His hands moved and the bloody light solidified into a spear that headed towards Ling Xian's forehead.
As fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder, this spear was terrifying and terrifying. It made everyone's scalp numb and chills crawl down their spines.
"Without my clone, I can't reform?"
Ling Xian smiled. His two clones materialized again and blocked this spear.
Then, the wind and the rain turned violent and violent.
His original self and his clone continued to attack. They were violent to the extreme and powerful to the extreme.
Bang, bang, bang!
Every punch landed on flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Ming Luo Holy Son was infuriated, but there was nothing he could do.
Though he didn't want to accept it, reality was before his eyes. Under Ling Xian's current state, he really was no opponent.
If he didn't have the battle immortal bone, then he could use the advantage of being one level higher to kill Ling Xian. But now that Ling Xian has triggered the battle immortal bone, then he was powerless.
"Go to hell!"
Ling Xian shouted. His original self formed a fist and his clone formed a finger. Both of them attacked.
The moment the fist and finger were unleashed, the battle immortal bone shone and added a mysterious power to the fist and finger.
This meant all three attacks were 10 times stronger than before!
This shocked Ming Luo Holy Son. He tried his best to defend but he appeared so tiny and powerless.
Retch!
Blood dyed the sky red. Ming Luo Holy Son was slammed into a mountain far away. His entire body was falling apart.
"Cauldron of Mountain and River, suppress!"
The space between Ling Xian's brows shone and his two clones returned to his original self.
Then, he rode the cauldron and landed on Ming Luo Holy Son's body.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking arose. Ming Luo Holy Son puked out blood and was extremely weak.
He stared deadly at Ling Xian, who was standing on top of the Cauldron of Mountain and River. There was hatred and bitterness.
Defeated. Utterly defeated.
Though he didn't want to admit it, he had truly lost. He lost to Ling Xian, who was a level lower than him!
"Ming Luo Holy Son lost …" An extraterrestrial mumbled to himself, unsure of what to say.
Everyone else fell into silence as well.
The reality was before them. There was no need for words and there was no room for doubt!
Under the circumstance that he was a level lower, under the circumstance that everyone didn't think highly of him, Ling Xian completed a beautiful comeback!
At this moment, everyone remembered what he said.
I don't need their confidence.
Yes, he really didn't need it. Even if the entire world doesn't think highly of him, it doesn't matter. He will use reality to slap everyone in the face!
Ming Luo Holy Son suddenly remembered what he said about Ling Xian.
Too weak?
If he was too weak, then what was he, who was being suppressed by Ling Xian?
Ming Luo Holy Son revealed bitterness and sighed, "You win."
Hearing this, Ling Xian didn't speak.
He stared down at Ming Luo Holy Son from above, coldness swirled in his eyes.
Ming Luo Holy Son was a Heaven's Favorite with shocking potential. If he is allowed to grow, he will become a troublesome existence. Now, without a doubt, was the best opportunity to kill him.
But in the end, the coldness in Ling Xian's eyes dissipated.
Ming Luo Holy Son cannot be killed. If he does, the extraterrestrial demons will for sure break their promise. When that happens, everyone, including him, will find it very difficult to survive.
Therefore, the corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up, revealing his white teeth.
"You will keep your promise, right?"
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