Su Clan’s Sixteen said solemnly, “I’ll deal with this quickly.”

After saying that, she jumped off the Divine Lobster’s Chariot. The baseball cap she was wearing on her head flew off, revealing her little dragon horns; arcs of lightning flickered on them.

Above her head, a black cloud silently condensed.

Behind her, her life-bound treasured saber took the initiative to leave her and slash at the petite figure.

Boom~

The saber was accompanied by violent explosions of lightning as it flew through the air. A bolt of lightning descended from the dark cloud above, landing on Su Clan’s Sixteen’s sword. The lightning bolt flickered and wrapped around the treasured saber like a snake while loud crackling sounds echoed.

The power of lightning combined with the saber light, creating a giant, five-meter-long saber qi, which then went on to fiercely slash at the petite figure.

The petite figure did not show any fear. She firmly grabbed the huge bone sword with both of her hands, and then slammed it straight toward the lightning saber.

The lightning from the saber coursed through her body, but any damage that it would have done was blocked by the carapace-like armor that covered her skin.

Clang!

When the bone sword collided with Su Clan’s Sixteen’s treasured saber, a clanging sound that one would hear when metal collided with metal rang out.

Su Clan’s Sixteen shouted, “Imperial Saber!”

On her life-bound treasured saber, a hidden power suddenly burst out.

The petite figure let out a smothered cry, and was sent flying backward.

She quickly tucked herself in the air so that she could tumble and reduce the impact on her body.

However, the saber had no reason to wait for her to accomplish what she wanted. The saber sent her smashing toward the ground, creating a huge pit in the ground.

With how big the pit was, it was likely that Senior White’s Ground Leveling Spell would be needed in order to return the ground to its original state.

This was the first time that Song Shuhang had seen Sixteen launch a full-on frontal attack. She was unexpectedly fierce!

Her saber technique had been handed down by Seven, and it was not very suitable for females to practice. However, as it was performed by Sixteen, who had awakened her dragon bloodline, it suited her pretty well. She could unleash considerable might when she used it.

A few moments later, the petite figure jumped out of the pit. The jet-black carapace-like armor that covered her body was in tatters, revealing patches of white skin underneath. Meanwhile, the huge bone sword in her hand was now missing some pieces, and was charred completely.

“Ptui.”

It seems like she spat just now. But wait, since she was wearing a helmet, if she really did spit, did she spit in her helmet…?

She reached out and grabbed the shattered carapace around her body, then ripped it off, tossing it to the side.

Underneath the carapace, she was wearing a thin coat.

She had a flat-chested physique.

At this time, Elder Sister White Dragon gently floated over to Song Shuhang’s side.

Song Shuhang said curiously, “Eh? Elder Sister White Dragon, why did you come over here?”

Elder Sister White Dragon should be in a similar state to that of the virtuous lamia, and logically speaking, she was a part of Sixteen’s body. Sixteen said that she did not want anyone to interfere, and Elder Sister White Dragon was a part of her, so why did she run over here?

Elder Sister White Dragon said slowly, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to intervene.”

Song Shuhang asked, “What’s the background of this flat-chested little girl? Does Sixteen know her?”

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As soon as he said that, the petite girl and Sixteen froze.

At this time, one should have seized the weakness shown by the opponent to immediately launch an attack. Unfortunately, both Sixteen and the petite girl were stiff, so the opportunity was missed.

“You should go to the Virtuous Palace and treat the infected patients. I can keep watch of Sixteen,” said Elder Sister White Dragon gently—she felt that it would be better for Song Shuhang to leave for the moment.

Song Shuhang said, “It’s fine. There’s no need to go through so much trouble for that.”

The Inner World was his territory.

He only needed to transmit a thought to summon the lotus projection above the Virtuous Palace. Afterward, with another thought, he could have the lotus projection send countless roots to penetrate the bodies of the second batch of patients and quickly drain the evil energy infecting their bodies.

When they saw the transparent, tentacle-looking roots penetrate their bodies, the infected patients struggled fearfully.

However, there was nowhere for them to hide. They were inevitably pierced by the millions of lotus roots that extended into the Virtuous Palace and filled the entire venue.

The infected patients watched on in despair as the tentacles entered their bodies. As the evil energy was sucked from their bodies, they were greatly weakened.

They became so weak that they could not even utter a groan.

In the end, even their consciousness became faint, and they all fell unconscious.

The only exception was the infected patient who had been hit by the Expert’s Appraisal. While he also wanted to pass out, his mind was in a very sober state—the pain of childbirth prevented him from falling unconscious, only adding to the despair he was feeling.

Similar to the previous time, after the evil energy of the Netherworld was extracted from the batch of patients, all of the energy was separated into four portions.

A steady surge of new spring water emerged in the Living Spring, while the Inner World became even more filled with spiritual energy. Along with that, the growth of the gemstone fruits and other spirit plants sped up once more.

The small Spirit Lakes in Song Shuhang’s body also grew a bit more.

Elder Sister White Dragon could not help but shift her gaze and look at Song Shuhang…

He’s just standing still, yet the energy in his body has begun to rise sharply once more. Is he going to increase his realm again? Elder Sister White Dragon thought to herself—she always felt that Song Shuhang was running a race when it came to raising one’s realm. It felt as if it would be too late should he be lagging behind by a step in increasing his cultivation.

Just what was he chasing, though?

Elder Sister White Dragon shook her head slightly again—honestly, there was probably nothing forcing him to increase his cultivation at such speeds.

“Aah~ How refreshing~” Song Shuhang spat out a long breath.

This feeling is addictive.

I just wonder whether this feedback of energy from the Inner World or the ❮Saber-Nurturing Technique❯ feels better…

At the same time, he silently circulated the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯, enhancing the effects of the small Spirit Lakes. He had already become used to his strength skyrocketing.

Every time the energy in his body increased, he only needed to circulate his cultivation technique a few times, and he would quickly be able to adapt to his newfound strength.

He stretched out his hand and waved lightly. With that, the second batch of patients was transferred out of the Inner World.

Fairy Blue Phoenix, who was right next to him, cooperated with him, and sent the batch of patients back to the Beast Realm while transferring the third batch of infected patients over at the same time.

The third batch of infected patients emerged from the spatial passage.

As soon as they appeared, Song Shuhang turned his head sharply, and fixed his eyes on the tallest and strongest among them. Without hesitation, he used the Expert’s Appraisal.

When a group of troublesome people came before you, if you immediately dealt with the strongest person among them, then there was an over 50% chance that it would be enough to act as a deterrent and suppress the entire group… Unless the strongest among them was a poser.

The reason why Song Shuhang chose to do this was because it worked very well.

Amidst terrified screams of people shouting and crying out “T-Tyrannical Song,” the third batch of infected patients also quickly became obedient just like the previous batch, and silently lined up to jump into the Virtuous Palace.

It was a simple and efficient system.

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Song Shuhang shifted his gaze back to the battlefield, and watched the battle between Sixteen and the petite girl.

The two petite figures constantly moved around and clashed with one another.

Sword and saber lights flashed, while lightning and flames constantly exploded. The speed of the two figures who were in an intense duel kept on speeding up. They would clash with one another, then move away from each other, and then repeat while sending out a constant bombardment of techniques toward their opponent.

In just a few minutes, the two had clashed nearly a thousand times.

Around Sixteen’s body, more and more electric arcs had appeared, and the electric arcs had begun to gradually condense into the figure of a true dragon behind her.

As for the petite figure she was fighting, she had somehow already condensed nearly 100 smaller bone swords.

“Ptui!” The petite figure spat again. This time, her saliva could be seen spewing out from the broken part of her helmet’s chin.

Afterward, she stretched out her hand and waved it. With that wave of her hand, the 100 or so bone swords shot toward Sixteen.

Song Shuhang sighed and said, “This move is something I used to dream of being able to do.”

He just imagined stretching out his hand to which several hundred swords would respond and fly and attack his opponents. All the while he simply stood there casually as if it wasn’t even a big deal. Just how cool would he look?

“❮Heavenly Saber Burying the Starry River❯.” Su Clan’s Sixteen held her saber with both hands, and swung it down gently. The lightning dragon behind her attached itself to the treasured saber, and moved with the saber.

The lightning dragon let out a thunderous roar. This saber slash was that of an emperor.

Behind the lightning dragon saber qi was a magnificent phantom of a starry river.

This saber move was a watered-down version of Su Clan’s Seven’s ❮Heavenly Saber Burying the Starry Sea❯ that Sixteen had adapted. However, with the combination of the lightning dragon and her own saber qi, this move was still undoubtedly powerful.

As the ❮Heavenly Saber Burying the Starry River❯ moved, the saber qi that spread caused the 100 bone swords sent out by the petite figure to shatter into smithereens.

The lightning dragon saber qi’s aura continued unabated toward the petite figure.

A loud bang could be heard, and the petite figure was swallowed by the explosion.

After a while, inside the dazzling light of the explosion, a figure was thrown out and fell toward Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang subconsciously reached out and caught her.

It was as if she was weightless.

The figure was soft and boneless, and hung softly from Song Shuhang’s arm.

Boom~

Her damaged helmet fell off, revealing short, dark-silver hair and a delicate face.

“Sixteen?” Song Shuhang stared at the little face, and was stunned for a while.

In this world, there were no two identical leaves, nor two identical people. But this petite figure on his arm, other than having a different hair color… was completely indistinguishable from Su Clan’s Sixteen.

It was as if she were carved from the same mold as Sixteen.

“Is it an inner demon clone?” In Song Shuhang’s mind, he immediately thought of the clone technique researched by Soft Feather.

No, that couldn’t be it.

The inner demon clones were all black, but the silver-haired Sixteen on his arm had skin as white as snow.

“No.” Behind him, Elder Sister White Dragon said slowly, “This is also Su Clan’s Sixteen.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

After a while, Song Shuhang asked, “Sixteen Two?”

These days, all of the big shots seemed to be following a trend where they had a second version of themselves.

Senior White Two, Pavilion Master Chu Two, Fat Ball Two, Striped Dragon Two.

Song Shuhang himself once also had a two, but that was later turned into a clone by Senior White.

Wait a minute… There’s a big problem.

Song Shuhang suddenly thought of something.

Since this is Su Clan’s Sixteen Two, isn’t her figure exactly the same as Su Clan’s Sixteen’s?

Then when he described her as “flat-chested” earlier on, wasn’t he also referring to Sixteen?

Being outspoken and speaking one’s mind is really an unfortunate fate.

I really need to find a way to fix this.

For example—[Sixteen, you actually still have a lot of room for growth.]

While Song Shuhang was in thought, in the distance, Su Clan’s Sixteen carried her saber and came over slowly.

“What do we do with her?” Song Shuhang asked while looking at Su Clan’s Sixteen Two, who was hanging on his arm.

Su Clan’s Sixteen shook her head, and said softly, “It’s over.”