"Seems like you're quite confident," the Branch Leader's eyes harbored a dark chill as he looked at Ning Daoran, a cold smirk hanging on his lips. "It's truly pitiable, not knowing you're at death's door."
As he said this, he spread his legs wide in a stance and muttered under his breath. The mana from his Perfect Qi Refining surged through his body and in an instant, "Peng peng peng" sounds were incessant as four figures were ejected from the Branch Leader's body.
These four figures were identical to him, without the slightest difference.
"Eh?"
Ning Daoran squinted his eyes.
"The Green-clothed Lady bestowed on me the Ghost God Skill, when the Divine Sword is drawn, heaven and earth are startled!"
The Branch Leader babbled on, the five figures drew their swords at once, their eyes brimming with sharpness, and the figures sneered in unison, "You little thing, can you tell which one is my true body?"