Xing Lang’s slap was swift, vicious, and swung with an air of practiced familiarity. It obviously wasn’t his first time hitting out like this.

Bam!

He exploded before he could touch Xing Wuliang.

“Hmph!” A brooding Xing Wuliang sneered. “I’m a grandmaster too now, do you think you can do anything to me with just a replica? Let’s go! We’re going to see master.”

The other pair of eyes in Xing Wuliang’s pupils vanished, he was just himself again.

Only Xing Lang’s replica had blocked them at the sect gates. Thus, he couldn’t do anything to a Xing Wuliang whose soul force had reached grandmaster level. However, Xing Wuliang didn’t dare linger around either. Not only was Xing Lang’s primary self a supplemental...