Bab 382: A Tough Battle

Yang Qingshi's complexion grew pale as a sheet.

He knew better than anyone how capable his master, Patriarch Xue Pao was. Even if this was just a clone, his body was equivalent to a Rank 5 beast, and one who could use spells at that. 

Lord Xue had once relied only on his clone to flatten an intermediate country. Such phenomenal powers far exceeded what a mere mortal was capable of. That was Yang Qingshi's primary reason for serving Lord Xue. 

To him, Lord Xue was invincible.

And yet, someone had just sliced off the arm of his mentor's clone. This was akin to pulling off a deity's pants in front of his devout believer.

It was nothing but shocking and appalling!

"That's impossible!" Yang Qingshi's voice quivered slightly. However, the two who were engaged in battle couldn't care less about what he had to say.