A great battle was about to begin.
The city lord was unwilling to accept this.
In one breath, he unleashed tens of thousands of clones to surround and intercept his enemy.
For a time, a storm was brewing.
The wind blew, darkening heaven and earth; the rain swept through, leaving ghosts and gods sorrowful.
The people of Giant City experienced another mass escape.
Gu Tiancheng.
His expression was indifferent.
Neither cold nor manic.
Like a machine seeing a patient come in for an X-ray.
In contrast, the city lord grew increasingly agitated:
"You bastard, your Heavenly Dao was originally mine!"
"You merely reaped the rewards without doing anything!"
"But I relied on my wisdom to solve one great problem after another!"
At that moment, a vast and solemn killing intent emanated from his countless bodies!
Yet Gu Tiancheng, standing opposite him, remained still. He made no move, but somehow inspired a creeping sense of terror.
Like facing a merciless harvester.
As the city lord's rage rose, countless clones charged at Gu Tiancheng.
Their bodies spun rapidly through the air. Some had become one with their swords, others one with their sabers, and still others one with their fists and palms...
In short, each of them possessed some immortal art or combat technique in which they excelled.
Bone-piercing cold appeared around them, layer upon layer of frost blooming like ice flowers in winter as they stabbed toward Gu Tiancheng!
Gu Tiancheng still did not move.
This only provoked even greater fury from the city lord.
"Who do you think you are?"
"You only gained everything you have today through a Golden Finger, through cheating!"
"It doesn't count at all. You'll only lead this world to destruction!"
"If you didn't have your Golden Finger, would you even know how to do anything?"