"How did you figure it out?"
Fang Mo's voice was steady and cold, like ice frozen in the depths of winter. Even with four Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors surrounding him, even with the Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior's will clamped onto his aura like iron pincers, not a trace of panic crossed his face.
Farrow leaned against the edge of the main control console, relaxed now that he could finally lay his cards on the table.
"You were too confident, Fang Mo!"
He no longer called him Roster, nor did he bother probing. He spoke that name like a hunter who would only formally name his prey once he had driven it into a corner.
"Your illusions were certainly brilliant. Your aura, your appearance, your energy fluctuations, even the frequency of your Liquid Metal Battle Armor—you replicated every detail perfectly."
He paused, a confident smile curling his lips.
"But your mistake was letting 'Kaili' and 'Roster' appear at the same time. More importantly, you should never have come before me. You underestimated how much someone hated you!"
"Fang Mo, I sensed your aura the moment you appeared!" Suo En stepped out, his eyes fixed on Fang Mo with intense hatred. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Fang Mo, you have no idea how well we know you. We already have every piece of information about you. You can hide everything else, but you can't hide that unique dragon blood pressure of yours!"
Fang Mo's eyes flickered. He said nothing, but his eyes narrowed slightly. There had been a flaw after all. His body was too powerful; even the Thousand Illusions True Scripture could not conceal it completely.
Farrow paced forward a step and sneered.
"Fang Mo, I don't know whether you're bold or ignorant. You not only dared show up