Qin Yi looked at his two clones and laughed, "Six opponents, two each, let's see who finishes first."
The two clones nodded simultaneously.
For them, Qin Yi's words were irreversible orders. Although they possessed ninety percent of Qin Yi's combat power, they were just clones, and everything must defer to Qin Yi himself.
"It's your first time striking, I'll let the two of you pick first," Qin Yi said with a smile.
The red-clad Qin Yi's eyes were filled with a bizarre charm as he glanced at the six opponents and casually singled out two.
The purple-clad Qin Yi immediately picked another two.
That left two for Qin Yi himself, one was Long Dong, the other's name unknown.
Long Dong and the others looked as gloomy as if their parents had died. They had all survived two Heavenly Tribulations and their cultivation was sufficient to establish a sect of their own, yet here they were, picked out like vegetables in a market.
With a snap of his fingers, Qin Yi commanded, "Go!"
