The marks they had left on Sikong Jing were still there—marks that could not be erased for the time being. Absolute Sword and the others naturally noticed at once. This Ten Thousand Demon Young Master was a fake. This was Sikong Jing.
But Sikong Jing gave a strange smile...
"Me, a fake?"
"But the aura on my body can't be fake, can it?"
With a boom, an aura of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' bloodline burst from his entire body.
And mixed within that Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts bloodline aura was a vast amount of Magic Beast aura, making Absolute Pill Emperor and the other Four Absolutes even more certain.
This Shadow Moon Demon Rat was a fake.
"Chen Lusheng, you were the one who brought Shadow Moon Demon Rat's blood essence to Sikong Jing."
"Before Shadow Moon Demon Rat died, he must have left part of his blood essence with you. You had Sikong Jing, who fused with a Magic Beast bloodline, impersonate Shadow Moon Demon Rat and deceive all Demon Race clans under heaven."
The Three Absolutes Spirit Shadows seemed to have seen through everything, roaring furiously again and again...
Yet Chen Lusheng merely smiled calmly. "Shadow Moon Demon Rat isn't dead yet."
During the fighting over this stretch of time...
Of course, he and Sikong Jing had discussed what they should do if the Demon Race clans were split apart.
And Sikong Jing's decision was for him to impersonate the demon rat...
Originally...
He was the true body of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. Calling it an impersonation was not quite right, but they simply needed the Ancient Ten Absolutes to think he was impersonating it.
In short...
Even if you know I'm fake, I still carry some of the Lord of Ten Thousand