And just now, in the brief moment they passed by each other, a bone-deep gash suddenly appeared on Old Tang's back.

"Damn it, the Corpse-Eating Brothers!"

Old Tang raged, "Why is it you two unlucky sods again! Will this ever end!"

"Aiyo, hey there, Jerry old boy, long time no see, you're not looking too good." The elder twin grinned, "Fate binds us together, no matter the distance."

"Huh? Wasn't he called Smith?" the younger one sneered.

The elder replied, "Last time I think he was called Wang Qiang..."

"And this time? What's your name this time? I heard the broadcast calling you Old Tang, we've known each other for so long, yet you've never once reported your real name."

The younger brother snickered, "That's not very nice, we're all old friends here. Even if you die, the least we could do is erect a stele for you, but with so many names, I'm afraid they won't all fit."

"No worries, no need for a stele." The elder brother waved dismissively, his demeanor warm, "When the time comes, we'll eat him up and remember his name in our hearts."

"To hell with you, even if both your sorry asses were dead, I wouldn't die!"

Old Tang cursed angrily, yet tears streamed down uncontrollably in his heart.

Chen Xingzhou, this time I've truly done you proud!

I just knew it, not a single cent I've earned from your place is free... You damn ghost, if you're dead fine, but why drag me along?

A cold dread climbed up his spine, a murderous intent bore down on him!

The figures of the two men suddenly vanished on the spot as if they were ghosts, attacking with their daggers from close range with impeccable coordination and unbelievable speed.

Even compared to Old Tang's violent assaults with his six arms, they were not outdone.

In a moment of intersection, one dagger aimed for the heart, the other for the throat.

Not really a fatal blow.

But Old Tang's sword tip and broken blade also wedged into the two lusting faces of death, blood spurting, life and death should have been clearly divided... Yet on the ground, corpses littered everywhere belonging to the two of them!

The Matrix·Ten Thousand Shadows, a supernatural inheritance that leads straight to White Deer, brought the horrifying ability—Cloning!

In a snap, two identical faces appeared before him, their smiles unchanged, then they doubled to four, to six...

Amid the continuous jeering and weird laughter, the blood-soaked corpses turned to ash, and the clones seemed endless. Just like, a deep sea, slowly engulfing him.

Until Old Tang couldn't take the spiritual pollution any longer, he suddenly shouted, "Fourth Great-Uncle, save me!!!"

In that instant, an aged face emerged from above his neck, the pale long beards fluttering with the wind, murky eyes opening.

"What's the matter? Oh, time to work?"

The 'Fourth Great-Uncle' glanced at the surrounding scene with no hint of concern and merely asked, "Where's the money?"

Old Tang gritted his teeth and took out a Gold Coin from his pocket, tossing it overhand.

The Gold Coin fell, clutched tight by a wrinkled and age-spotted hand that extended from his back, weighing it slightly. The Fourth Great-Uncle immediately frowned, "Fake, huh?"

"Make do, it'll have to be good enough!" Old Tang snapped, "What era are we in? Modern people have long since used paper money. Do you take virtual currency or not?"

This old ancestor was always trouble; not only did he demand payment every time he did work, but he only accepted Gold Coins from the Eternal Empire era!

Where would one find so many on the market?

Even if they were available, they'd be outrageously expensive. No choice, he had to make fakes.

He had gotten so used to engraving the Emperor's visage that it was easier than writing his own name.

The Fourth Great-Uncle sighed, his mouth curled, "The generation gets worse and worse, increasingly disrespectful of the rules."

"Indeed, going from bad to worse." Another face unexpectedly interrupted from the other side of the neck.

"Look, this Tang Family, it's bound to be finished sooner or later."

A mocking smile appeared through a wound on the cheek, "Why not hire me instead? Hey Tang Qian, I accept payment in federal coins, nine million to get you through this fight."

"Quiet, Seven, don't bother!" the Fourth Great-Uncle glared, "Daring to snatch work from me?"

"If you can work, work; if not, get lost!"

Old Tang, or rather, Tang Qian, couldn't endure these ancestors of all kinds any longer. Damn it, the enemy was practically riding on his face, and they were still haggling?!

"Just take it, just take it, after I die, see who will still pay you, and you all can wait for some stupid kid to burn paper money for you!"

"Alright then..."

The Fourth Great-Uncle helplessly, at last, sighed, "Consider it a discount, for this little money, five minutes at most."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and tossed the counterfeit Emperor Gold Coin into it, swallowing it down!

Then the sound of horrifying flesh growth emerged from Old Tang's body, and beside the ragged bearded face, another head appeared on Tang Qian's neck!

White haired and wan, long beards floating.

An image of decayed power.

But when the cloudy eyes slowly lifted, they shone with a terrifyingly fierce light.

Looking down upon the two astonished brothers before him.

He said, "Same old, you defend, I attack."

"Sure."

Tang Qian nodded without hesitation, his arms among the six let go of the broken dagger and split sword blade at once, shriveled arms with wrinkles and scars reaching into the void.

Gripping once more.

And then, a gruesome long spear mixed with crimson and black appeared from the fierce winds, with merely a sweep, it stirred up shocking waves in the air!

Manifested by the hand-picked Chosen Summon of Superior·Legion!

——[Matrix·Asura]!

Above the two faces related by blood, the same grave serenity and icy coldness.

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