Dragon Horse Zhen Feng was as slack as ever, but he still turned his head to look, wanting to know which shameless Demon Race member or Daoist sect cultivator had come to die this time.
Yet when they saw the Demon Race figure flying in from afar, they all stared at one another in dismay.
For another identical Zhen Kong was flying back with a peach tree slung over his shoulder, riding a demon cloud beneath his feet, his face gloomy.
The later Zhen Kong was clearly distracted and had not sent out his divine sense to investigate. The Zhen Kong who had returned first, however, propelled himself into the air, brandishing his demon staff as he roared, "You damned monster! You actually dared to take on my appearance! Watch me beat you to death!"
"Ah?" The later Zhen Kong jolted, staring in disbelief at the identical Zhen Kong blocking his way. He hurriedly cried, "Master..."
When the later Zhen Kong saw that Chun Zang was safe and sound, he flung the peach tree from his back onto the ground and roared, "You damned monster! You actually dared to take on my appearance! Watch me beat you to death!"
After saying that, the later Zhen Kong froze first himself. The words he had spoken were not merely identical to those of the earlier Zhen Kong—even his tone had been exactly the same. Even he himself... found it difficult to tell them apart.
"Monster, take this!" The Zhen Kong who had returned first shouted and swung his demon staff at the later Zhen Kong. The later Zhen Kong was equally enraged. With a roar, he brandished his demon staff as well. "Monster, take this!"
"Good heavens... there are actually two Second Senior Brothers!" Dragon Horse Zhen Feng laughed loudly. "Which blind