He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

It took a step forward, its right hand sweeping upwards from below—its five fingers joined together to form a knife, its scales vibrating to their limit, tearing a white line through the air.

This move was exactly the same as the one used when the original body fought Pei Yuan, but it was 50% slower and only half as powerful.

Su Muzhe did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, and met the clone's palm strike directly.

The scales cut into his palm—half an inch in—and then got stuck.

It's not stuck by bones, it's stuck by muscles.

The muscles in Su Muzhe's palm tightened the moment the scales cut into it, like an iron clamp, gripping the clone's entire hand tightly in his palm.

"Not bad strength," Su Muzhe said, looking down at the hand embedded in his palm, his tone as if he were evaluating a dish, "but not enough."

He twisted his wrist.

The clone's entire right arm twisted from the shoulder joint, the muscle fibers were twisted into pretzels, and the bones made a series of cracking sounds.

The scales shattered, and dark silver fragments flew out, hitting the wall and embedding themselves in the concrete.

Su Muzhe released his grip, and his clone flew backward, crashing through the control panel, shattering the glass wall behind it, and plunging into a load-bearing pillar at the other end of the hall.

The pillar broke, and the upper half crashed down, burying the clone inside with rubble and dust.

Su Muzhe did not look at the pile of rubble.

He turned to look at Yun Nian on the chair.

The golden lines had sunk beneath the skin, and the light between the eyebrows had dimmed.

She was wrapping things up, at her most vulnerable moment.

He walked over, one step, two steps.

When the third step was taken, the pile of rubble exploded.

The clone burst out from inside, covered in dust, its right arm hanging limply at its side like a broken rope.

But it didn't stop.

It raised its left hand, spread its five fingers, and spider silk gushed out from its fingertips—not just one, but hundreds.

Transparent silk threads wove a net in the air, covering Su Muzhe from all angles.

Su Muzhe did not turn around.

He swung his right hand backward, his palm drawing a semicircle in the air.

The spider silk broke the moment it touched his palm—not cut, but shattered by the shockwave. His palm strike contained some kind of high-frequency vibration, different from the vibration principle of Yun Yi's scales, but with the same effect.

The clones didn't stop.

Its right arm is regrowing.

The severed muscle fibers grew out of the broken surface, like countless red snakes, intertwining and reconnecting.

The bones regenerate, new bone buds grow from the broken ends, harden, and take shape.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Su Muzhe finally turned around.

He frowned as he looked at the clone's arm that had grown back.

"Regeneration? Interesting."

The clones have already pounced on them.

This time it used all its strength—its legs shattered the ground, and it crashed into Su Muzhe like a cannonball.

Its body began to deform in mid-air: its height increased from 1.4 meters to 2 meters, its shoulders doubled in width, and its spine protruded from its back, forming a row of bone spurs.

Scales burst forth from beneath the skin, not dark silver, but silvery-white—a half-dragon transformation.

Its right arm transformed into a dragon claw, its fingers became three times thicker, and its nails grew to twenty centimeters long, each one resembling a curved blade.

The left arm still retains its human form, but the spider silk at the fingertips has covered the entire ceiling, like an inverted waterfall.

Su Muzhe glanced at the half-dragon charging towards him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't dodge; instead, he took a step forward and unleashed a powerful right punch from his waist.

A burst of air erupted from the tip of the fist, pushing the dust in the air into a circle.

Fist and claw collided.

The whole building was shaking.

The ceiling of B4 cracked, and the cracks spread outward from the point of impact, crawling across the entire dome like a spider web.

The plaster was falling off the wall in a rustling sound, the lights went out, and the emergency lights came on.

The dragon claw of the clone shattered, from the fingertips to the wrist, and from the wrist to the elbow.

Bone fragments and scales flew out together, like shattered ceramic.

Its entire right arm turned into a bare bone fragment in 0.3 seconds.

But it did not retreat.

The spider silk in his left hand tightened simultaneously, hundreds of threads binding Su Muzhe's right foot and lifting him up.

Su Muzhe's body was pulled forward an inch—only an inch.

He looked down at the transparent threads on his ankle and stomped his right foot down.

The ground is broken.

Centered on his right foot, a circular area with a diameter of five meters collapsed, shaking up rubble and dust, which were then stepped back by his foot.

The spider silk broke.

The clone was thrown back by the recoil, crashing through the wall of the hall and into the adjacent warehouse.

The shelves in the warehouse had fallen over, chemical reagent bottles were shattered all over the floor, and liquids of various colors were mixed together and flowing on the ground.

Su Muzhe walked over, stood by the hole in the wall, and glanced inside.

The clone crawled up from under the broken shelf.

Its right arm has grown back, its claws have reformed, and its scales are denser and thicker than before.

It grew another 20 centimeters taller, and the bony spurs on its back extended from its spine to its tailbone, like an incompletely grown tail.

"It can evolve?"

Su Muzhe's voice held a hint of seriousness.

He stepped through the hole in the wall and entered the warehouse.

The clone pounced, this time not in a straight line, but in a zigzag pattern—its speed was twice as fast as before, bouncing around in the warehouse, leaving a dent in the wall with each landing, like a bouncy ball thrown into a room.

Su Muzhe stood still, without moving.

His eyes were tracking the clone's trajectory, his pupils moving left and right as fast as a pendulum.

The clone's third launch came from the ceiling, head down, with its dragon claws in front, like a falling meteor.

Su Muzhe raised his right hand, his five fingers together, and thrust upwards.

His palm was like a knife, stabbing into the clone's chest and coming out through his back.

The dragon claw stopped three inches above Su Muzhe's head, unable to descend any further.

The clone looked down at the hand that had pierced through its chest, and said nothing.

Its left hand rose up and grabbed Su Muzhe's wrist, preventing it from pulling away.

The dragon claw in his right hand gathered its strength again and slashed down from above Su Muzhe's head.

Su Muzhe raised his other hand and caught the dragon claw.

His fingers tightened, and the scales shattered in his palm.

He flung the clone off his arm like he was shaking off a soaking wet garment.

The clone flew out, crashed through the warehouse wall, crashed through the corridor, crashed through another wall of B4, and flew to the open space outside.

The moonlight shone down.

The clone lay in the rubble, with a hole the size of a bowl in its chest, through which the moonlight could be seen.

But it was still moving; the muscles in its chest were growing, growing from the edges inward, like cracks on ice healing in reverse.

The hole was filled in three seconds.

Su Muzhe walked out of the hole in the wall and stood in the open space.

He glanced at the newly grown skin on the clone's chest, then at the clone's body, which had swelled to two and a half meters tall.

"Unkillable?"

The clone stood up.

It is no longer humanoid—it has become more than 70% half-dragon, its face covered in scales, with only two dark golden eyes showing.

It is 2.8 meters tall, 1.5 meters wide at the shoulders, and its claws are half a meter long. The bone spurs on its back are like a row of sharp swords.

It looked down at Su Muzhe, the human who only reached its waist.

It opened its mouth and let out a low growl.

It wasn't a human voice, but something somewhere between a dragon and a beast, which made the surrounding broken glass tremble.

Su Muzhe looked at it, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"bother."