Volume One, Chapter Three
The purple giant's half-kneeling body began to collapse, turning into countless wisps of purple aura that dispersed and revealed Ling Xuan's body, also half-kneeling on the ground.
No one was too surprised. The gap between the two had been obvious from the very start of the battle; even as a clone, it was still stronger than Ling Xuan.
Yet this half-kneeling posture felt deeply humiliating, as though Ling Xuan had submitted to the Origin clone.
But no matter how furious Ling Xuan was, he could not resist this power.
The purple old man and the others sighed. They had still held onto a sliver of hope, but now they understood how childish that thought had been.
The Origin clone and that bronze mirror began to fade away. The moment the purple giant collapsed, the Origin clone had already won. Vast amounts of fate gathered toward Zhao Fu's true body.
Watching the Origin clone vanish, everyone understood that the moment of the final transformation had arrived. Without any hesitation, they turned into streaks of light and flew toward Zhao Fu's true body.
Before the sect, a steady middle-aged man watched the many experts swiftly depart and asked, "Should we go take a look? Now that his seven clones have defeated the seven great prodigies, something should happen."
A cold and beautiful woman said, "I want to see it. I want to know what kind of person can defeat seven prodigies with just seven clones."
A valiant young man also said, "His true body must be terrifying beyond measure. To possess so many identities—he is the first person in history to do so."
Another old man gazed toward the horizon and said, "Just this transformation he has caused is already the grandest phenomenon in history. Today, the fate