The Seventh Hundred and Ninety-Eighth Chapter: This Child Has Ruined My Good Deeds Again and Again

"What is my master to you?"

Ink Mountain Painting Immortal sneered. "Aren't you overestimating yourself? When all is said and done, you're nothing more than a clone."

"Dealing with you? This clone is more than enough." Li Zhōujūn smiled faintly.

"Arrogant!" Ink Mountain Painting Immortal roared, his face twisting with fury. "If your true body were here, I would still show you three parts respect. But you're only a clone, and you still dare to act so insolently? Then today, I'll smash this clone of yours and see whether you can protect this dead rabbit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ink Mountain Painting Immortal swept out his arm. In an instant, several vast streams formed from ink materialized in the void, like dragons swimming through the air. They shook the void as they twisted toward Li Zhōujūn.

Seeing this, Li Zhōujūn still wore that calm smile at the corner of his mouth. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, towering waves of air surged forth like a hurricane sweeping across the land, crashing violently against the ink streams that resembled swimming dragons.

The ink streams, which looked like swimming dragons, rolled and darted through the void, yet they could not advance even an inch.

"How is this possible?!" Seeing Li Zhōujūn's clone block his divine ability with a wave of his hand, Ink Mountain Painting Immortal's mind and spirit trembled violently.

"This clone of yours actually has such strength. Could it be that you broke through to the Second-Rank Dao Saint realm in this short span of time?!" Ink Mountain Painting Immortal stared at Li Zhōujūn in shock.

"I'll give you only one choice." Li Zhōujūn did not directly answer his question. Instead, he pointed at Luo Baiyu and said with a light laugh, "Apologize to her, then stew