"Are you Yuezheng Yan?" The man in the mystic robe raised his hand slightly, and the golden lotus patterns on his clothes shimmered with light.
His violet eyes were profound, and the corners of his mouth curved into a mocking smile: "Then, who am I, the true self?"
[Yes, yes, yes! That's right!]
[Little Antagonist, give it to him!]
[Of all people to impersonate, you dared to impersonate you!]
Old Sixth excitedly flew to the top of Mistletoe in its original form, shaking his fists in the direction of 'Yuezheng Yan'.
Mistletoe felt an itch on top of its head, took a closer look, but found nothing.
Angry, it spat out a cloud of black mist, charging directly towards 'Yuezheng Yan': "Daring to impersonate someone from my Magic Realm, it seems you're tired of living!"
Hardly enduring the pressure of the Divine Beast, 'Yuezheng Yan' drew his sword to defend himself.
But Mistletoe raised its claw, and five bolts of Heavenly Thunder struck down, hitting the blade.
