Fan Lang used only swords, never sabers, yet he still came alone.
Just as he was about to enter the Asura Realm, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ears. "I told you, only you are allowed to come!"
Fan Lang recognized Fen Jitian's voice.
This sort of long-distance voice transmission was hardly difficult, so there was no need to make a fuss over it.
Fan Lang said calmly, "Don't worry. The people who came with me will stay here and won't take a single step into the Asura Realm."
"I'm not referring to them, but to your many clones. Don't think I don't know that you've hidden quite a few clones around you. Together, they would be no small trouble," said Fen Jitian.
"Heh, so that's who you meant. Wouldn't it be better to catch both me and my clones in one net?"
"There's no need. Your clones won't amount to much anyway. If you want to come save someone, leave your clones here. The choice is yours."
"Fine, no problem. As you wish. I'll leave all my clones behind and come truly alone."
Fan Lang agreed to the demand. He raised his hand and shook his wrist, sending out small balls of light, each representing a different clone.
The clones left the original body and took human form nearby. They each possessed independent personalities. Seeing their original body venture into danger, each had different thoughts. Some were worried, some indifferent, and some even wished for the original body to die so they could gain freedom.
Fan Lang went all the way. Not only did he abandon his clones, but he also released his demon pet, the Golden Sun War Lion, and had it wait for him outside the Asura Realm.
"How about it? Is this enough now?" Fan