Moreover, judging by the aura surrounding this man, this cloning technique had not affected him in the slightest.
Even creating a single clone would affect him, let alone splitting off three at once.
But he was not afraid. After all, they were merely clones, and their strength would inevitably fall short of the original body. Once they fought, he could handle one in each hand—no big deal.
"Heh, fellow Daoist, is this your method? Or perhaps your trump card?"
"Aren't you being a little too naive?"
Ling Fan sneered.
Yet his eyes were filled with gravity, without the slightest relaxation.
After all, this man had seen through the two brothers' plan at a glance. Someone that clever would never do something so brainless.
Could it be that the man before them had some other trump card?
At that moment, both brothers could not help becoming vigilant.
Their instincts told them that the person before them was certainly no fool, nor was he joking with them.
"Heh. I'll ask you one last time: where is the Qilin Saint? Or has something happened to the Qilin Saint?"
"Give me an answer."
"If the Qilin Saint is still alive, take me to him. If not, I'll leave immediately."
"My request is that simple. But if you refuse to tell me, then I can only use a few methods to make you talk."
As Ye Lin finished speaking, the three clones around him all stepped forward in unison.
Terrifying Great Luo power reverberated ceaselessly through the space.
The two brothers immediately became wary as well.
"This is our greatest secret. Why should we tell you?"
"I'll tell you this too: hand over the Three-Life Sacred Lotus now, and we can pretend none of this ever happened."
"Once the Qilin Saint uses the Three-Life Sacred