Great Dao Fusion? The Might of the Great Dao of Cutting!

This was the purest power of the flesh, enough to rival the strongest races such as the Heavenly Dragon.

There was not a trace of emotion on the Replica's face. Without any flashy tricks, it simply threw a punch, one that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Space froze as ripples of Dao resonance surged up, shattering this expanse of space. Its Blood Qi blazed like fire, and scorching heat rushed head-on. Its blood, bones, and flesh resembled glazed crystal, as though it had descended from the Immortal Realm.

The instant the two supremely yang and unyielding fist forces collided, heaven and earth lost their color. Cracking sounds came from this mysterious space, said to be unbreakable by anyone. Great Daos tangled together, determined to decide victory and defeat, life and death.

Jiang Shu's pupils suddenly constricted. He felt an irresistible, overwhelming force travel along his fist and crash into his body, sending him flying backward uncontrollably.

A sweet, bloody taste rose in his throat. His eyes turned scarlet, blood flowing from his seven apertures, while his finger bones groaned beneath unbearable strain. The eleven Great Daos floating behind the Replica seemed to sense their master's boiling battle intent. They twisted into spirals and charged toward Jiang Shu, seeking to kill him here.

As Jiang Shu's realm gradually rose, every increment of growth in his Replica represented an almost inexhaustible increase in Blood Qi and strength.

The Replica, whose combat power exceeded Jiang Shu's by a full eighty percent, could already battle immensely formidable Dao Lords of the mid Ten Thousand Manifestations Realm. At their first exchange, Jiang Shu was injured. Fine cracks appeared in his bones. Though they could heal in an instant, this disparity in strength was enough to drive one to despair.

Jiang Shu did not