Xu Zimo clenched his right hand, and endless demonic qi gathered in his palm.
The other him opposite him made the exact same motion.
But at that moment, Xu Zimo's figure vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, an explosion rang out, and the phantom opposite him had already been completely pierced through the chest.
That other self looked at Xu Zimo in surprise.
Then it slowly dissipated into thin air.
Xu Zimo clapped his hands. This replica of himself was indeed quite impressive.
But every replication had its limits. When his own strength became too great, it would no longer be able to replicate him.
For example, if a Great Emperor were placed here, let alone replicating their moves, it probably could not even replicate a phantom.
Once the phantom dispersed, the space around Xu Zimo vanished as well, and a broad azure-cloud road appeared before him.
Xu Zimo walked straight ahead along the road.
When he reached the Space Gate leading to the fifth floor, Xu Zimo discovered that someone had arrived ahead of him.
It was the gray-robed young man from before.
Both of them were slightly surprised upon seeing each other.
"May I ask how I should address you, brother?" the gray-robed young man asked Xu Zimo.
After Xu Zimo gave his name, he smiled and asked, "And you?"
"My name is Mo Tianming," the gray-robed young man said with a smile.
"Of the hundred people who entered the Heavenly Dao Tower this time, Brother Xu is the only one who has caught my eye."
Xu Zimo merely smiled and said nothing.
Of the dozen or so people who had entered the fourth floor, aside from Xu Zimo and Mo Tianming, only two others actually made it through.
One of them was Monk Dazhi.
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