"Am I Xuan?"
Zhang Yang's heart shook violently. He was one of the five supreme powerhouses of the End Realm?
What virtue or ability did he possess?
His Dao techniques were indeed mysterious now, and he could be called a powerhouse, but how could he possibly have the strength to sit upon the throne of one of the five supreme powerhouses?
The result of occupying a position beyond one's worth would be utterly disastrous!
Besides, these three before him and the one underground... two "bad people," one "good person," and one "neutral"...
If he handled this poorly...
He had been so shocked by the identity of "Xuan" that he lost his composure, but he immediately remedied it. "So it was you!"
Shadow, Qing, Tomb, and Ming all jolted.
This person knew everything about them?
Didn't that mean this person truly might have existed among all living beings for countless hundreds of millions of years?
They did not want to believe that answer, but this person carried the feeling of "all living beings." Even his body bore the "scent" and "power" of all living beings.
As supreme powerhouses, they understood that kind of power perfectly.
His identity might be fake, but his power could not be, could it?
As for his strength... hadn't they seen this person split himself apart?
Who knew how many identities he had divided himself into over such a long span of time?
Perhaps all living beings in Heaven and Earth were his avatars!
The more they thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang's mind raced, thinking of how to bluff these people.
If he bluffed them successfully, he would gain a firm foothold in the End Realm.
If he failed... forget gaining a foothold. Any one of these people had the ability