Wang Quan felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He saw not the slightest killing intent in those black eyes, only the indifference of a deity ruling over all things.
At that moment, he felt like an ant that could be crushed to death at any time.
This was the first time he had truly looked a barbarian in the eyes. He had never imagined that barbarians could be so terrifying.
The humiliation of defeat deeply pierced his pride. He became hysterical, his face twisted, as if only this could barely preserve a civilized man's dignity.
"Despicable barbarian! Do you think you've already won?! The technology of the Civilized Era is beyond the imagination of someone like you!"
Bai Ye raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone casual. "You sure talk tough for a clone."
Wang Quan's pupils suddenly contracted. H-He had seen through him?!
He really was a clone at the moment.
As the saying went, a man of wealth did not sit beneath a crumbling wall. As a civilized man, how could he possibly appear in person and fight these barbarians?
Wang Quan's expression gradually turned cold. Completely fearless, he said, "So what if you saw through it? That's right, this isn't my true body. It's merely a clone made using the soul of a Calamity human.
Hehe, so what if you defeat these clones? You still can't harm a single hair on my head. For all you know... the soul in this clone might even belong to one of your barbarian companions. Hahaha..."
He laughed with all his might, using it to make himself seem more like the victor.
Even this temporary defeat could be defined as a civilized man mocking barbarians through a clone.
Watching Wang Quan laugh maniacally, Bai Ye could not help