A Golden Horn Blood Clan expert was wrapped entirely in golden chains, the same color as the golden horn on his head.
At this moment, he looked like a monster forged from gold, dazzling with golden light. He had just clashed head-on with Long Chen, his energy surging like rolling thunder, rolling and rolling as it swept forward.
The two were less than a hundred zhang apart, their cold gazes met. Their previous strike was actually a match of two or two in total.
"Golden King blood, he ... He was actually a royal member of the Golden Horn Blood Clan. Li
Jing exclaimed in surprise. There are many types of blood clans, but the ones who rule the entire clan are all advanced races.
High-level bloodlines like the Golden Horn Blood Clan are divided into many levels, ranked by purity, much like the spiritual root grade of the human race.
This man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan was now covered in golden gold, his blood energy soaring to the sky. Golden ripples flickered on his golden horn, which was the mark of the legendary Golden King blood. That's why Li Jing cried out in surprise.
When they heard the term 'Golden King Blood,' the powerful figures on the Tianwu Continent couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Their understanding of the Blood Clan was definitely not as good as that of the Divine Clan.
But they had heard of the Golden King blood. It was a bloodline only possessed by kings among the high-level blood clan experts. This man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan was actually a young king.
Behind Long Chen, a divine ring surged, stars swirling in his eyes. The Dragonbone Evil Moon slung over his shoulder, his long hair flying, and murderous intent blazed in his eyes.
"You're quite strong, but only decent. Compared to me, you're still far from reaching.
To die by my hand is your honor. It's been many years, and no one has ever forced me to use the king's blood. Savor the feeling of despair! The
Golden-Horned Blood Clan man curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. The golden chains on his body suddenly tightened, wrapping his fists tightly.
"Huff huff huff huff"
The man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan moved, and four golden figures charged at Long Chen at once. He activated the Golden King blood, and the other three bodies also activated it.
Previously, his four figures had been unable to do anything to Long Chen against him. Now, with the Golden King Blood activated, four fists struck from four directions, causing the void to collapse in all directions.
"What's wrong with Wang Xue? In my eyes, it's either making blood tofu or stuffing blood sausage—there's no real difference. Long
Chen sneered. The Dragonbone Evil Moon slashed out with his blade, completely ignoring the other three clones, and charged straight at his true self.
As he unleashed this strike, the 108,000 stars within Long Chen suddenly began to circulate, instantly activating the power of the world.
"Boom!"
A strike gathered with the power of 108,000 stars, showing no prior fluctuation, only erupting the moment the fist collided with the Golden-Horned Blood Clan man.
The man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan instantly shattered, turning into a sky full of blood-red runes. Although he was the real body, when killed, it was actually a clone.
"Haha, foolish human, you've been tricked."
One of the other three clones sneered and punched Long Chen straight at the back of his head. This was the real real body.
"Boom!"
But just as he was about to smash Long Chen's head with a single punch, a green brick appeared at the back of Long Chen's head, slamming hard into the fist of the Golden Horn Blood Clan man.
"Crack!"
The Golden Horn Blood Clan man's fist was broken by the Heaven-Flipping Seal, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
"Pfft!"
The man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan had just spat out a mouthful of blood when the Dragonbone Evil Moon sliced him in half with a single stroke from an extremely strange angle.
"Whoosh."
But to everyone's shock, the Golden-Horned Blood Clan man was sliced in two with a single blade, his body suddenly shattered, turning into a shower of runes.
"How is that possible?"
People couldn't help but shout. They saw clearly that Long Chen was the first to kill was the real person, yet they had been deceived.
The second was the real one, and he had just spat blood, his fist shattered. It was clearly the real body, but when killed, how did he become a clone?
"His true body can switch back and forth within the clone." Someone suddenly slapped their thigh and cried out in shock.
Although it was still hard to understand, it had to be said that it was quite possible. The divine abilities of the Blood Clan were different from those on the Tianwu Continent.
"Boom!"
The second man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan was killed, while Long Chen was punched hard in the back by another man. Long Chen spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground like a meteor.
"Rumble rumble...
A large trench was plowed into the earth, shooting forward and sending endless waves of earth flying. Many blood clan experts were knocked flying by Long Chen.
"My bloodline clones are the secret arts and divine abilities of the Golden Horn Blood Clan. Each clone is the true body, every real body is a clone. What do you have to fight me?"
The man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan sneered. Suddenly, the only two remaining figures flickered, and they actually became four. The four figures shook once more, and now eight true forms appeared.
Eight men from the Golden Horn Blood Clan stood in midair, coldly staring at Long Chen, refusing to press the attack, looking confident of victory.
Long Chen slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his body with one hand. That punch had shattered Long Chen's bones. This man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan was incredibly strong.
However, the World Tree inside Long Chen's chaotic space had already recovered, so this injury was nothing—it could be restored in the blink of an eye.
"What do I have to fight you?" I have plenty of things I can offer, but I just don't care to show them. Your physical avatar is indeed quite interesting. Long Chen said calmly.
"Interesting?" Hahaha... The
man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan suddenly laughed up at the sky: "Our Blood Clan's physical clones are the most perfect clone technique. The human clone techniques are nothing but a pile of crap." "
Perfect?" Probably not! A
mocking smile appeared on Long Chen's face. The Dragonbone Evil Moon hoisted the Dragonbone Xie Yue onto his shoulder, and the Sky-flipping Seal flying in the void was also put away by Long Chen. He walked slowly, covering several hundred li per step, heading toward the man of the Golden Horn Blood Clan.
"Questioning the divine abilities of our Golden Horn Blood Clan? Alright, then I'll make you die with complete conviction. "
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... The
man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan sneered. Eight figures charged at Long Chen at once. As they reached the distance, their figures flickered again, and the number of figures became sixteen. Clearly, Long Chen's taunt had enraged him, and he was determined to kill Long Chen with the strength of his strength.
"How funny. In this world, nothing is absolutely perfect. Every move has its flaws." Long Chen suddenly stepped forward, thunder wings floating behind him, and he shot out with force.
"My divine ability is perfect."
The sixteen clones of the Golden Horn Blood Clan shouted simultaneouslyDuan Shouted, never expecting Long Chen's doubts to make him extremely angry. No one had anticipated this; it seemed this man from the Golden Horn Blood Clan had a very strong sense of racial pride.
"Boom boom boom boom... Sixteen
golden figures attacked simultaneously. The Dragon Bone Evil Moon in Long Chen's hand continuously blocked, the immense force splitting the sky and earth collapsing, the awe-inspiring aura terrifying.
The world twisted, golden light dazzling. Sixteen men of the Golden Horn Blood Clan attacked simultaneously. Long Chen was enveloped in golden light, and his figure was almost invisible from the outside world.
The men of the Golden Horn Blood Clan were incredibly fast, leaving illusions everywhere. It looked as if Long Chen was being besieged by thousands of them. The storm-like assault was so intense that even just watching it was hard to breathe.
"This clone is way too perverted, there's no solution at all." Chang Hao looked at the endless golden figure and couldn't help but click his tongue.
The true self could move freely within the clone, unable to tell which was real and which was fake. Such a monstrous technique was absolutely absent on the Tianwu Continent.
"Childish. In this world, there is no unsolvable trick. As long as there's a puzzle, there's always an answer."
The same goes for moves: wherever there is a move, there will be a breakthrough. This belief is something a martial artist must remain unwavering.
If this confidence is shaken, defeat will accelerate, and the mind will be in turmoil. How can one find a way to break through? The old man glared coldly and shouted.
"You're strong-fisted, and you make a good point. Then tell me, how should I counter this move?" Chang Hao said somewhat defiantly.
"Bang!"
After Chang Hao finished speaking, the old man kicked him in the butt. The old man shouted angrily, "Can I kill him with one stroke? What do you think I can crack?" It
was obvious that the old man had no way to deal with this kind of spell. His only option was to unleash his full power—whether it was his true self or a clone, he would kill him with a single strike.
Of course, the old man's cultivation level allowed him to do that, since his realm was already there. But Long Chen was only a disciple at the Mingxing Realm, so saying these things was pointless.
"What kind of look is that?" Did I say something wrong? Seeing Chang Hao roll his eyes, the old man raised his stick, ready to deal with him. The kid was getting bolder and started to disobey him.
"Didn't you say something wrong? What, you were wrong and still won't let anyone say it? Chang Hao meant that if you were Long Chen, how would you break through? It wasn't your turn to take the field. Qu Jianying snorted coldly.
"If I knew, would you even need to say it? I would have told Long Chen long ago." The old man said confidently.
Chang Hao almost spat out a mouthful of blood. You don't know, how can you still beat someone up so brazenly?
Qu Jianying couldn't be bothered with the old man and said to Chang Hao, "He actually wasn't wrong. In this world, there is no such thing as a perfect move."
However, the Golden Horn Blood Clan's divine ability is not recorded in history, so there is currently no way to counter it.
But you must keep this principle in mind: if you find your opponent's moves unbeatable, it means the outcome of defeat is already revealed.
A strong person is called strong because they possess an undefeated will. With undefeated will, there is always a chance, no matter how powerful the enemy, they are constantly searching for ways to defeat them. "
The Alliance Leader makes a good point, unlike some people who use sticks when they can't explain things clearly." Chang Hao exclaimed.
"You little brat, just you wait." The old man glanced at Chang Hao; this kid was just indirectly calling him unreasonable.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a loud explosion erupted across the distant battlefield. The countless figures of the Golden Horn Blood Clan men vanished, and sixteen of them stared at Long Chen in shock.