Art of Cloning

"Tsk tsk!" Zhang Xuan clicked his tongue as he covered his eyes with his hands.

It was so gruesome that he could not even bring himself to look at it.

It was true that the Glacier Rain Sword had followed him for many years, but now that it had been sullied by the other party in such a horrendous manner, how was he supposed to bring himself to use it in the future?

Just thinking about the stench on it was enough to make him cringe.

His poor Glacier Rain Sword… Hopefully that poor sword would be able to walk out of its mental trauma from this incident one day!

While Zhang Xuan was pitying his weapon, the Qingtian Emperor felt as if he was going mad.

He was an Emperor of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe, an incredibly noble and authoritative existence. In the first place, it was already humiliating that someone like him would have to personally deal with an Embryonic Soul realm brat, but to think that the brat would even pop his cherry at that!