"Xia Ping."
Ye Mengyao was taken aback. She had never expected Xia Ping to do such a thing, yet she made no move, her gaze exceptionally calm.
Though this fellow was shameless, he was no fool. What he had done was not a momentary impulse either; perhaps it held some deeper meaning. She decided to wait and see.
"Benefactor Xia, may I ask why you attacked this poor monk?"
The void twisted. Venerable Subhaddra's shattered head rapidly restored itself, as though nothing had happened. He still held the lotus mudra, his face full of compassion, without growing angry over such a trivial matter.
"Keep pretending. Go on, keep pretending."
Xia Ping sneered. "You think I can't see that you're a fake Venerable Subhaddra? The demonic aura on you is so dense it's practically spilling over. Stop putting on an act here."
Both his Underworld God's Eye and Golden Crow Eye could see through illusions. No illusion technique could hide before his eyes, especially not demonic power, which was utterly incapable of concealing itself from him.
This so-called Venerable Subhaddra before him was brimming with terrifying demonic power, more dreadful and profound than any demon he had ever seen. It was like an abyss, like the sins buried in the depths of hell—the deepest evil that could never be washed clean, no matter how one tried.
Such a terrifying demon was now disguising itself as Venerable Subhaddra in an attempt to lure them into its trap. One could well imagine the schemes it had in store.
Once they fell for it, they would likely be doomed beyond redemption.
"Benefactor Xia, this poor monk does not understand what you mean. Could it be that you have some misunderstanding about this poor monk?"
The fake Venerable Subhaddra smiled faintly.
"If you don't understand,