Divine Replication System

1Even during the previous duel at Jade Dragon Mountain, Tian had not resorted to using his full power. Only if Lin Xuan were overwhelmed would Tian use it without hesitation to ensure the safety of both parties. The five Emperor Level adversaries, though somewhat challenging, were hardly a concern. The most efficient approach was for him to take action personally.    

    

As a member of the Demonic Beast Clan with a superior bloodline, Tian's physical strength and speed were extraordinary, vastly outperforming human warriors of the same tier. A Demonic Beast's body is, in essence, their weapon of choice. Overpowering peers with brute physical force was a breeze for him. Dispatching these five peak Emperor Level warriors would require minimal effort—it was practically child's play.    

    

What's more, Tian, as a Heavenly Warring Dragon, possessed not only an elite bloodline but also a 30% True Dragon Bloodline, along with a natural affinity for spatial abilities. Even compared to Lin Xuan, who continuously enhanced his talents through duplication, Tian was a formidable match. Toying with space was his specialty.    

    

Attempting to flee by tearing through the fabric of the Void in Tian's presence was as futile as performing a sword dance before Guan Yu—a mere farce, a self-imposed death sentence. Success was out of the question.    

    

The fate of the Devil Cloud Sect's peak Emperor Level warrior who tried to escape by ripping through space was predictable. He mustered all his strength to create a spatial rift in record time, only to watch it fracture into countless smaller rifts, terrifying him to the point of not daring to enter. In such a scenario, entry meant certain death and dismemberment, leaving a whole corpse highly unlikely.    

    

It was at this moment that Tian arrived, swiftly extinguishing their lives. In just a few breaths, the peak Emperor Level experts from Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and the other major forces, who had been locked in a fierce battle without gaining an advantage, were effortlessly eradicated by the blood-colored radiance that Tian had become. One by one, the lifeless bodies of the Devil Cloud Sect's upper echelons plummeted to the ground, leaving the onlookers in a state of shock, despite having anticipated this very outcome.    

    

Upon witnessing it firsthand, they were still profoundly shaken, as waves of astonishment washed over them. The chasm between the two sides was vast, and they were once again reminded of this fact.    

    

After the blood-colored streak of light had dispatched the peak Emperor Level leaders of the Devil Cloud Sect, it soared towards Lin Xuan, who was in the sect's core area, under the watchful eyes of the onlookers. They were all quite puzzled.    

    

If this had been an offensive move initiated by Lin Xuan, it should have dissipated after vanquishing his foes, even if it retained some power. Why then did it return?    

    

It was only when the blood-colored light settled on Lin Xuan's shoulder and revealed its true form that they had an epiphany, yet their shock deepened.    

    

"That wasn't an attack launched by Senior Lin?"    

    

"Isn't that the blood-colored creature that Senior Lin always carries with him? How is this possible?"    

    

"Devil Ying and the other four Emperor Level experts were instantly slain by this blood-colored creature? They didn't stand a chance?"    

    

"Can this even be called a pet? Is there any demonic beast on the entire Dongyuan Continent stronger than this?"    

    

"No wonder Senior Lin Xuan accepted it as his spiritual pet. Its strength is truly terrifying!"    

    

As they observed the blood-red streak of light unveil its true identity, they realized it was the seemingly innocuous spiritual pet that Lin Xuan always had by his side, leaving them staggered by the revelation.    

    

This spiritual pet was minuscule, merely the size of a palm. On the Dongyuan Continent, the prevailing belief was that the larger the demonic beast, the more powerful it was, while smaller ones were thought to possess greater intelligence. Yet in this era, no demonic beast had been known to fully transform into human form.    

    

A pet like Tian was typically seen as either a newly vocalized youngling or a pure pet beast, one with little strength or intelligence, valued mainly for its aesthetic appeal. They had instinctively classified Tian as such a pet.    

    

Little did they know, their perceptions were about to be shattered once again.    

    

Tian was far from being a mere pet beast; its power was frighteningly formidable. Not a single Emperor Level peak expert could withstand its attacks, each being vanquished in an instant. Within the span of a breath, Mo Ying and the other five top Emperor Level leaders of the Devil Cloud Sect met their demise. The magnitude of this power was truly staggering.    

    

Given that they could effortlessly dispatch Mo Ying, it was clear that the others would pose no challenge either. In comparison, Lin Xuan's might was even more fearsome. This beast likely possessed the strength to reign supreme over the entire Dongyuan Continent. Facing such a formidable force, they stood no chance, and their will to resist grew fainter.    

    

Below, Lin Xuan's voice pierced the silence once more. "Finish this quickly. Eliminate all the Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect present." His icy tone jolted them to attention, reminding them of the command Lin Xuan had issued—one they had yet to fulfill.    

    

Regardless of the blood-colored beast's strength, what did it matter to them? The entity had already surpassed their level of capability. Lin Xuan's presence was formidable enough; another powerful figure hardly made a difference. Their capacity for resistance was minimal at best.    

    

After the blood-colored spiritual pet transformed into a streak of light and eradicated all the Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect, they found themselves without adversaries, rendering their original mission impossible to complete. Now, all they could do was follow Lin Xuan's directive and swiftly deal with the remaining Devil Cloud Sect fighters in hopes of earning his forgiveness. They silently offered their prayers.    

    

With renewed focus, they tapped into their Emperor Level peak prowess and launched an assault on the nearest Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect. The lower-ranking Martial Cultivators were left to others. On this occasion, the five great forces had united to besiege the Devil Cloud Sect, deploying a significant portion of their combatants. This included a substantial number from every rank—whether it was the peak, middle, or late Emperor Level, or those in the Martial King or Void Martial Stages. Now that Tian had taken care of the Devil Cloud Sect's Emperor Level peak, the battle was all but won.    

    

A select few at the pinnacle of Emperor Level set out to confront the remaining Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect.    

    

The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators from the five major forces would then take on those from the Devil Cloud Sect with lesser cultivation levels.    

    

In doing so, they leveraged their superior cultivation to overpower their opponents.    

    

This strategy allowed them to efficiently eliminate all Devil Cloud Sect Martial Cultivators in the quickest manner possible.    

    

Without their peak Emperor Level fighters, the remaining Devil Cloud Sect Martial Cultivators had little chance of resisting the concerted siege from the five great forces.    

    

This was particularly true when powerhouses like Yuan Lingzi and Wei Zhengzhen entered the fray at the peak of Emperor Level.    

    

At that level, they could utterly dominate any Martial Cultivator of a lower rank, be it the Early or Middle stage.    

    

While the disparity was not as vast as that between a Half-level Emperor and the peak of Emperor Level, it was still significant.    

    

One could witness this when Wei Zhengzhen unleashed a palm strike, sending a black palm imprint, mere dozens of meters across, towards a late-stage Emperor Level Martial Cultivator nearby.    

    

His adversary was promptly blasted away by the force of the black palm imprint.    

    

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