"Witchcraft? Blood Splitting Clone?"
Ying Chen looked at the dozen or so 'Yang Zhenren' grown from blood before him and murmured to himself.
It was clear that Yang Zhenren was using a technique similar to a clone spell.
However, this clone spell had a significant drawback: it consumed the user's vital blood and strength.
The dozen or so clones had left Yang Zhenren on the verge of death, with only a breath left.
This was also why Yang Zhenren had never used this move before.
It was essentially a mutually destructive technique!
Even if these clones managed to kill Ying Chen in the end, Yang Zhenren himself would not have much time left to live.
It was even possible that these soulless, mindless clones might turn on Yang Zhenren and devour him directly!
But…
Yang Zhenren had no other choice now.
He was unwilling and unresigned.
He wanted to drag Ying Chen down to hell with him!
"Kill... him!"
Yang Zhenren weakly raised a finger and pointed at Ying Chen.
Then, he grinned.
In the next second, the fully grown clones turned their gaze towards Ying Chen in unison.
Their bodies, formed from condensed blood, slowly writhed, and strands of blood began to intertwine.
These blood threads shot out from the clones like sprouting branches of a tree, surging towards Ying Chen!
From all directions, dense and numerous.
The dozen or so clones occupied different positions, and the blood threads they shot out formed a net, trapping Ying Chen in the center!
They didn't even spare their own master, Yang Zhenren, and also enclosed him within the net!
"Hmm, good, good, good!" Yang Zhenren, seeing this, laughed instead of getting angry.
Since he was already dying, the more ferocious and powerful these clones were, the more likely they were to defeat Ying Chen!
And the more he would be able to rest in peace!
Hiss... hiss...
All that could be heard in the heavens and earth was the sound of blood threads shooting out. Before long, these blood threads intertwined around Ying Chen.
Faintly visible on the blood threads were barbed, hook-shaped teeth.
As soon as they touched Ying Chen, these barbs would instantly latch onto his body, refusing to let go until all of Ying Chen's blood was drained!
Ying Chen, however, seemed completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation. He ignored it all, letting the net formed by the blood threads descend upon him!
"Foolish, utterly foolish!"
"Hahahaha..."
Yang Zhenren watched this scene, as if he had already seen the outcome, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But in the next second, his laughter froze on his face.
The moment the blood threads touched Ying Chen's body, they began to hiss and burn, as if encountering a red-hot iron.
In the blink of an eye, they turned into a wisp of black smoke!
A golden light flashed across Ying Chen's skin, instantly purifying all impurities.
"How... impossible?" Yang Zhenren cried out in disbelief.
"What kind of skill is this? I've never seen anything like it! I've only seen similar records in Buddhist and Daoist scriptures, saying that the golden bodies left behind by the Buddha and Dao Ancestors after their ascension were like this. Immune to all evil, all wickedness, any malevolent spirit would be instantly incinerated by the golden body upon slightest contact!"
"But those are myths! How can they appear in the real world?"
"I don't understand, I don't understand!"
Yang Zhenren was on the verge of madness due to the incredible methods Ying Chen had repeatedly displayed.
Previously, he had thought Ying Chen was an ordinary top expert from a martial arts sacred land. Then he discovered that Ying Chen was even more formidable than he had imagined.
He seemed to have reached the Heavenly rank of martial arts.
Just as he was assessing Ying Chen based on the standards of the Heavenly rank, he found that Ying Chen's displayed abilities surpassed the Heavenly rank!
And before he could even figure out what realm Ying Chen had reached, Ying Chen had already revealed entirely new abilities akin to those of a deity!
This made him somewhat desperate.
Would Ying Chen next manifest ten thousand rays of Buddha's light from behind his head, a lotus flower beneath his feet, and a Azure Dragon and White Tiger encircling him, claiming to be a god descended to earth?
"It's normal that you cannot understand it, given your shallow cultivation."
"You must know, it was only in this life that I managed to rectify my past regrets and begin cultivating the flawless golden body anew!"
"If you could easily understand something that I couldn't achieve before, wouldn't that make me appear incompetent?"
Ying Chen looked at Yang Zhenren and said leisurely.
Yang Zhenren, for a moment, didn't know how to refute him.
He could only lash out in anger and point at Ying Chen again: "You imbeciles, what are you waiting for? Kill him!"
"Tsk tsk, you call yourself imbeciles, you're quite self-aware." Ying Chen said indifferently.
Only then did Yang Zhenren realize that even though these clones were mere puppets without thought, they were still derived from him.
When he cursed the clones, wasn't he essentially cursing himself?
Whoosh!
Sensing the wrath of Yang Zhenren's main body, the clones moved collectively.
The dozen or so clones attacked Ying Chen from different angles, directions, with different speeds and techniques, charging at him furiously!
All that could be seen was a series of elongated blood streaks, like a rain cloud of blood falling from the heavens to the earth.
Bang bang bang bang...
The dozen or so clones reached Ying Chen. Their faces were expressionless as they launched fatal attacks at him.
The air cracked with sonic booms, vast currents of air exploded and then dissipated, then exploded again, as if the entire world was boiling.
The clones attacked relentlessly, throwing punch after punch without reservation.
Accompanying their shadowy fists, a dense, bloody stench permeated the void, forming a large, umbrella-shaped miasma of blood.
The miasma seemed to possess a potent corrosive property. Nearby plants and trees withered and died even before coming into contact with it!
Even a rock, under the miasma's corrosion, developed countless dense pits!
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Yang Zhenren was also enveloped by the blood miasma. With just a gentle inhalation, even though he shared the same origin as the clones, he couldn't help but cough violently.
Already on the verge of death, his complexion turned ashen, like a piece of wind-weathered, rotten parchment, liable to turn to dust with the slightest touch!
"I don't believe... you can still... withstand this!"
Yang Zhenren said weakly.
Ying Chen gave him a pitying look and replied, "I'm sorry, you are correct."
"I indeed can still withstand it."
Then, Ying Chen let out a gentle breath.
At first, it seemed like Ying Chen was expelling the inhaled blood miasma.
To everyone's surprise, a powerful vortex of air suddenly formed in the void!
The vortex didn't appear large, but it spun at an incredibly high speed!
The moment it formed, it swept up everything around it!
Then, it surged upwards, and the trumpet-shaped opening instantly sucked in the blood miasma that had obscured the sky above!
Not only the blood miasma, but also several clones that were closer to the vortex were sucked in!
In an instant, they were pulverized into a bloody gaseous mist.
"Exhaling to form clouds, exhaling to form wind?"
Upon seeing this, Yang Zhenren's face turned ashen with terror.
He had feared this very thing, and now it had happened!
Ying Chen had actually unleashed divine power!
This was the divine power possessed by the God of Rain Control in the ancient texts, who commanded wind and clouds!
Ying Chen, a mere mortal, had achieved this?
Yang Zhenren instinctively refused to believe it, but the reality unfolding before his eyes forced him to accept it!
What Yang Zhenren didn't anticipate was that even more incredible events were yet to unfold!
Ying Chen brought his fingers together, forming a sword-finger posture.
He drew a circle in the air with his fingers.
Just as Yang Zhenren was confused, the circle he had drawn suddenly erupted with sharp sword energy!
Simultaneously, the circle began to grow larger, and sword light and electric sparks began to form around its edges.
It was like a circular chain made of sword energy and lightning!
The electric chain swayed erratically, causing ripples to appear in the surrounding air.
*Swoosh!*
Two clones happened to be within the range of the electric chain's sway. Before they could even react, they were sliced apart by it!
Ying Chen's finger-drawing motion was far from over.
As Ying Chen's fingers moved, one circle after another of electric chains appeared in the air.
Countless electric chains interlocked, forming a vortex of lightning and wind.
Vast amounts of sword light and electrical sparks diffused from the vortex, engulfing all of Yang Zhenren's clones.
These clones, having no minds of their own, knew neither fear nor the instinct to escape.
They even charged fearlessly towards the lightning-wind vortex.
However, halfway through their charge, they were torn to shreds by the sword energy radiating from the vortex!
They were reduced to a bloody mist filling the air!