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Bang!
A muffled blast of air exploded between two fingers and one palm.
A ripple of energy visible to the naked eye suddenly spread outward.
Thud, thud, thud!
Zhang Tianhua drifted back three steps and was steadily caught by his two high-level Soul Sage guards, who shielded him behind them.
Bao Nansong also staggered back two steps before he could steady himself, fine cracks spreading through the blue bricks beneath his feet.
He steadied himself, raised his head to look at Zhang Tianhua, and a shocked, ice-cold fierceness burst from his cloudy old eyes. "Sword fingers?! Soft and sinister! Sharpness hidden within Hidden Edge! And you're a Soul Douluo. You're not Zhang Tianhua at all! Who are you?!"
The merchant's warmth Zhang Tianhua had deliberately maintained vanished completely from his face, leaving only an ice-cold scrutiny.
He said coldly, "Old family head Bao truly is hale and hearty, concealing your depths well! Not only is that body of yours tough as can be, you've hidden a cultivation at the level of an 87th-level Soul Douluo. Impressive methods!"
The flesh on Bao Nansong's face twitched. "So it truly is... unwelcome guests at the door, and the dagger revealed when the map is unrolled!"
He no longer looked at Zhang Tianhua. Instead, he turned his sharp, hawk-like gaze toward the left side of the main seat—there, Li Manqing still sat calmly, even leisurely picking up the cup of warm tea on the table and taking an unhurried sip, as though the slaughter around him had nothing to do with him.
Bao Nansong's voice was cold as Xuan Bing, each word bitten off. "You need not keep hiding your head and showing your tail either! To imitate Li Manqing's manner, bearing, official authority, and presence so vividly that