The impostor's eyes widened when he saw the real Fan Lang. He was so terrified that his liver and gall seemed to split, his soul nearly flying out of his body. Everything about this impostor had been fabricated; he was like a paper tiger, easily punctured.
Fan Lang's face was as still as water as he looked coldly at the impostor. "Didn't you just say that true gold fears no fire? Why aren't you saying anything now?"
"I, I really am..." The impostor could not finish his sentence.
"You really are a swindler. You actually dared to use my name to deceive people. You truly don't know the meaning of death. There are many people like you, especially those who emerged while I was missing. What you have done has damaged my reputation. A chicken must be killed to warn the monkeys, to intimidate demons and monsters like you."
Fan Lang raised a hand. Winds and clouds churned in midair as energy gathered into a colossal sword ten thousand zhang long, its tip aimed at the impostor.
The impostor was all appearance and no substance. How could he compare with Fan Lang? Before such overwhelming power, he could only tremble. He did not even have the chance to resist head-on.
"Don't kill me! I'll tell the truth. I'm actually a fake Fan Lang. You're the real Fan Lang!" the impostor begged, but it was already too late.
Whoosh!
A streak of sword light tore through the air, severing the Heavenly Dao and breaking open the laws, splitting everything in two. It struck the impostor and shattered him with a single slash into countless fragments. He was dead beyond death.
Before returning home, Fan Lang had already received some related information and learned that certain people in the country were impersonating