"Shouldn't he have been in the Demon City? The distinguished guest Ru Shou saw earlier should have been him."
Xuan Ming said.
He did not want Di Jiang to go mad over this.
"That fellow has stayed here the whole time. He never went anywhere."
A voice rang out, so familiar.
"You?!"
Ye Tian exclaimed.
The one who appeared before everyone was precisely the shadow.
"You truly have a great fate, surviving until now."
Xuan Ming said coldly, his voice drifting lightly into the shadow's ears.
For some reason, the person before him gave him the illusion that he was impossible to match.
Even if he was merely an external incarnation, it should not have been to such an extent.
"I have existed for a hundred thousand years since my birth. I do not know how many people curse me every day, yet I have always remained. Those people, on the other hand, have had their lives taken by the unseen Will of Heaven."
The shadow laughed.
"You are merely a lackey of the Heavenly Dao, yet you dare appear before me? Are you seeking death?"
Xuan Ming said frostily, summoning a Profound Cold Sword with one hand. Its utter chill seemed capable of freezing even shadows into fragments.
"Put away your petty tricks. If your true body had come, there might have been something worth seeing."
The shadow spoke coldly, his arrogance evenly matched with Xuan Ming's.
"Then let me see whether you are qualified to make me use my true power."
Xuan Ming's face was like cold iron, frost condensing over his sword.
"Stop!"
Just as Xuan Ming was about to attack, Di Jiang suddenly shouted and stopped him.
Xuan Ming looked toward him.
"I will bring your true body here."
Di Jiang said.
"He is only a