The clone that Shang Xia had just separated from himself was meant to break through the encirclement for him, yet unexpectedly, the clone, influenced by the whispers, seemed to gain a will of its own. It even opened its mouth to join the chant, struggling to free itself from his control and act independently.0

Shang Xia’s brow lifted slightly. With a sweep of his sleeve, a mighty divine soul descended, pulling the clone instantly back under his command. The faint sprout of independent thought within it was effortlessly erased.0

He decided not to imbue the clone with any trace of his divine soul, using it instead purely as a disposable tool, a battering...0