"Oh, so you can bleed."
Tu Xiao'an gazed at the Yellow Demon King in amazement, as if admiring a work of art.
'A clone is a clone, but this one really seems almost the same as the real body.'
The Yellow Demon King's face darkened. 'What kind of bullshit is that? Am I made of stone? What does he mean, "so you can bleed"?'
'Even Sun Wukong, who was born from a stone, was made of flesh and blood, okay?'
The Yellow Demon King was completely stunned by Tu Xiao'an's attack. He looked down at the blood streaming from his waist as the Life Force in this body rapidly began to drain away.
The clone seemed both real and unreal, but in terms of overall Life Force and physical constitution, it naturally couldn't compare to his true body.
