What? A Fabricated Fake Identity! There Was Such a Good Thing?

Song Li's eyes were full of disgust. He had always loathed people like this, and loathed this kind of behavior.

Along the way, he did not know how many bandits he had dealt with, how many spoiled young masters he had killed, or how many injustices he had settled.

Yet these things could never be completely dealt with.

But Song Li had never forgotten his original resolve. Whenever he encountered one, he would deal with one.

"Heh heh, kid, this is the first time I've met someone as nosy as you."

The burly middle-aged man chuckled as he looked at Song Li, then laughed together with the people beside him.

What?

What Name Should I Choose? was shocked by what had happened. Had he triggered some kind of quest?

These three young people did not look simple. Fortunately, they had stepped in to resolve the situation.

Looking at Song Li, What Name Should I Choose? calculated inwardly.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No."

Song Li had no desire to waste words on a bully like him.

With a flicker in his eyes, the cup before him shattered into pieces. One fragment shot toward the burly middle-aged man, flying at the arm that had just pointed at him.

In an instant, the arm was severed, and pain twisted across the middle-aged man's face.

The violent agony flooded his mind, leaving him almost unable to react to the fact that his arm had been cut off.

"Golden Core!"

"He's actually a Golden Core cultivator!"

Among the onlookers watching the show, someone had sensed Song Li's aura just now.

He was astonishingly at the early Golden Core stage.

That was right. During these days of traveling from the South Region to the border city of the Central Region, he had cultivated for