Who Is This Man?

Ji Mingfeng and Tie Xiaochuan narrowed their eyes slightly when they saw the two unfamiliar faces thrown into the hall.

The two men's facial features, skin color, and eyes were basically identical to Fang Mo's group. One look was enough to tell they were absolutely of the same race.

Although the martial artists entering the Trial Ground came from different worlds and races, and there was no shortage of similar skin colors and appearances, there would always be some differences. Those who looked completely identical were exceedingly rare.

Both men's hearts sank, and they could not help exchanging a glance. An ominous thought rose in their minds.

They had never investigated Fang Mo's origins. After all, too many worlds sent people into the Trial Ground. His background could naturally be verified, but to the Tianli Sect, martial artists from these Low-level Worlds were merely there to skim off the cream.

Those Xiantian Martial Artists participating in the trials were also meant to temper these geniuses. Even those with decent talent would at most be selected into the Tianli Sect as Menial Servant disciples or low-ranking warriors to be expended. Thus, no one cared which world they came from.

As long as they joined the Tianli Sect, their hearts would turn toward the Tianli Sect, because they would basically never have a chance to return to their original worlds.

Now that Mo Xinghe had captured these two men, seeing their appearances made them both think of one possibility.

What if it was true?

The thought arose in both their hearts, but Tie Xiaochuan spoke first. "Mo Xinghe, what are you trying to say by bringing these two people here?"

"Still unwilling to give up!"

A cold sneer flashed through Mo Xinghe's eyes. He nodded, and someone immediately stepped out from beside