Perfect Replication

"What a big mouth."

At those words, Wang Tie Zhu immediately craned his neck and turned to Qin He. "Master, can you put up with that?"

"He is indeed a bit too arrogant." Qin He nodded, then grinned. "I'll have to spank him and teach him a lesson later."

"Bold words. Die!"

The Golden Armored General said no more. He swept his long spear sideways, and a powerful aura surged from his entire body.

In an instant, the vast expanse of water seemed to enter a world of bitter cold.

The disturbance in the air was no longer wind, but "frost knives." A light brush against the skin was enough to make it feel as though it would split open.

Yet no matter how piercingly cold it felt, the water's surface showed no sign of freezing.

The cold was not true cold.

It was the killing intent stirring the body's instincts, making it feel "cold."

Like a gleaming blade—no matter where its light was reflected from, even beneath the blazing sun, if its edge was pointed at someone, it would still send a chill through them.

"Hiss~"

Startled by that terrifying chill, Wang Tie Zhu immediately drew his neck back halfway and hurriedly dove beneath the water to evade the dreadful aura.

Qin He found it even more interesting at the sight.

The Golden Armored General had flown into a rage, opening his Killing Intent Domain to its fullest, determined to fight to the death.

Good. This was the perfect chance to test his true strength and see what this general of the Heaven Punishing Bureau, backed by the Western Deity World, was really made of.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the Golden Armored General's figure became a string of afterimages suspended in midair. When he reappeared, his golden spear was