The thick murderous intent in the air made the two youths tremble in fear.0

“I’ve told you many times that I’m Liu Wuxie, the founder of the Heavenly Dao Society. I’m an elite disciple of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, treasured by Elder Tian Xing. You will face dire consequences if you kill me.” The impostor sneered at Liu Wuxie with unwavering confidence.0

Since the impostor wouldn’t stop using his identity, Liu Wuxie wiped his face and dissolved his disguise. 0

“If you’re Liu Wuxie, then who am I?” he asked. 0

The two youths, especially the impostor, turned pale and trembled, making them look as if they had seen a ghost. Although they had not seen Liu Wuxie in person before, they had seen his portrait many times, especially in the past few months. After all, everyone in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was talking about him.0

“Y-You’re Liu Wuxie!” the impostor stammered, his courage vanishing. 0

He didn’t expect to run into the real person he was impersonating. All this time, he had thought that...0