"Thunderbolt Fist."
The remaining Wu Wang watched Jian Changfeng, who was being held in place, a flicker of amusement passing through his eyes. Then he suddenly threw a punch.
The massive force of the punch mercilessly tore apart the space before him. Only then did Jian Changfeng realize something was wrong. How could this clone possess strength identical to this fellow's?
Clones created by ordinary cloning arts were merely immortal bodies, completely formed from Immortal Qi, and possessed less than a tenth of the original body's strength.
But now, he sensed that something was amiss.
Seeing Wu Wang's fist about to strike, Jian Changfeng began struggling violently, but it was of no use.
Lin Xian and Wu Wang were both second-layer Golden Immortals. Earlier, Jian Changfeng had not regarded either of them as worthy of notice.
Which had led to him now being completely restrained by the two of them.
The next moment, Wu Wang's fist landed solidly on Jian Changfeng's body. This punch contained all of Wu Wang's strength, sending Jian Changfeng coughing up blood.
However, Jian Changfeng also guided the force of that punch through other parts of his body, borrowing its momentum to break free from their control.
"Cough, cough. Just what kind of bizarre cloning art is this?"
Standing in the distance, Jian Changfeng coughed twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and questioned Ye Lin.
"What? You still can't tell?"
Ye Lin waved his hand, and the three clones immediately understood his intent, directly surrounding Jian Changfeng at the very center.
"One Breath Becomes Three Purities?"
Jian Changfeng narrowed his eyes at Ye Lin. The instant that thought surfaced, it gave him a fright.
Wasn't it said that cultivators who practiced One Breath Becomes Three Purities would have no hope of reaching