Song Wen grinned.
"It was me. I am indeed a Lingxu Dao Immortal."
Yuan Wu's eyes shifted, falling upon Blood Tide beneath Song Wen's feet and the many tentacles extending from it. To his surprise, he could barely muster any thought of resistance.
"Your Excellency... you hid yourself deeply indeed!"
Yuan Wu's eyes held profound fear, but even more shock.
They had traveled together for so long, yet this man had never revealed the slightest hint of his true cultivation.
Along the way, Xu Yi had repeatedly mocked him for his paltry cultivation. Later, when they faced the life-and-death crisis posed by Puxuan, he had continued to endure in silence, concealing his heaven-reaching cultivation without the slightest leak.
Such forbearance, such scheming—it was simply terrifying.
Faced with such a deeply calculating and formidable enemy, Yuan Wu's face turned deathly pale, his eyes ashen.
"The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit. Having lost to Your Excellency, I have nothing to say. Kill me or torture me, do as you please. But there is one thing I do not understand. I hope Your Excellency will allow me to die knowing the truth—why did you use Xu Yi and Bi Yue to take the blow? With Your Excellency's methods, killing everyone present would have been effortless. There was no need for such a despicable tactic."
"Should I call you 'Yuan Wu,' or 'Ruan Wu'?" Song Wen asked instead of answering.
"How did you learn my real name? Could it be that you recognized me long ago, which was why you concealed your cultivation and traveled with me?" Ruan Wu asked.
Song Wen suddenly changed the subject.
"Rest assured, I will not kill you. At least, not for now."
Ruan Wu froze.
"Your Excellency... are you truly willing to spare my life?"
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