Merging the Clone

Currently, the Sun was descending down west, shedding down faint red light that blanketed Ling Xian, who was dyed in blood and looked demonic.

His face was pale white as he stood tall with his sword in hand. His killer's intent transformed into a roll of steam that went up straight through the cloud, like the god of slaughter, sending shudders down everyone's spine.

Three months, 100,000 miles, he has killed hundreds of completion leveled cultivators and five original leveled powerhouses.

This record was incomparably dominating and glorious!

Remember that Ling Xian was not yet an original leveled cultivator. Despite this, he still achieved such a heaven-defying record. Once he breaks through to the original level, how powerful will he become?

"Ehem, ehem, I have finally arrived at the Forest of Heavenly Trees."

Ling Xian puked out two mouthfuls of blood. His face was somewhat pale.