The Golden Core monk wore a look of shock. With his powerful Divine Sense, he instantly recognized that Chen Fan and the middle-aged man from before were the same person, because it was impossible for anyone to cultivate their killing aura, techniques, and true essence to be exactly identical.
"Appearance is born from the heart. This poor monk truly does not know which one is your real face!" The Golden Core monk regained his serene expression and smiled faintly without fear. Golden light blazed from his body as he threw a fist toward Chen Fan's sharp sword, meeting it head-on with his flesh.
At the same time, he was curious what trick Chen Fan had used to disguise himself so thoroughly that even a Golden Core Realm cultivator could not detect it.
Clang!
Chen Fan's sword stabbed into the monk's golden fist, instantly sending out a trembling ring. Then both men were knocked several steps back by each other's force. This first probing exchange ended in the blink of an eye.
The monk wore a serene smile, but his gaze was icy and merciless as he stared at Chen Fan, killing intent surging around him. He chuckled softly. "Little benefactor, so this is your true face. No wonder it lacks that slight sense of discord. But... in the end, you are still young and reckless. Without that old man from Shu Mountain to aid you, how could you possibly be a match for this poor monk?"
"I am quite interested in your Golden Core!" Chen Fan's expression turned cold. The violet-gold Sword Qi on his blade intensified once more, and with a light tap of his toe against the bronze floor, he shot forward like an arrow released from the bowstring.
Whoosh!
The sharp sword split the air as it