Yu Xiaogang's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. "Ye Lin!!!"
Flender froze.
Liu Erlong was stunned too. How could this happen? How was this possible?
The martial nephew she had known for less than a day had died right before her eyes.
Standing atop the serpent's head, Dugu Bo looked at the burst of flesh and blood, then at the devastated trio, and laughed.
One breath later, the shredded flesh and blood suddenly turned into a pale golden mist in the night wind. Once the mist dispersed, nothing remained.
Seizing that instant of vulnerability, the Radiant Sacred Dragon struck down with another claw, its golden talons slashing into the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's abdomen.
Blue-green blood gushed from the wound.
The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor let out a piercing, agonized hiss, its enormous body thrashing violently in midair.
Standing behind the golden shield, Yu Xiaogang watched the last of the mist disperse.
At last, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He silently thought, Clever.
He actually managed to toy with a Titled Douluo in the palm of his hand. He even fooled all three of us.
Dugu Bo swayed twice along with the serpent's head.
"Another clone, another clone-it was another clone again!"
"Didn't he have six clones?"
"How could there be a seventh!"
"Where's his real body?"
Standing behind the golden shield, Yu Xiaogang looked at Dugu Bo's furious face and suddenly burst out laughing.
He tilted his head back to look at Dugu Bo atop the serpent's head, his expression full of mockery.
"Dugu Bo, oh, Dugu Bo. Some Titled Douluo you are, letting a Soul Elder's clone lead you around in circles."
He paused, his tone even lighter than before.
"I just love that look on your face-you can't stand me, but you can't get rid of me