"Heh. Looks like you know me from another world too. But that was only a phantom of mine. I'm the real Liu Tiefeng; all the others are counterfeits!" Liu Tiefeng paused, then chuckled in a low voice.
As he spoke, the ground around them slowly rose, forming stone statues of Liu Tiefeng.
Zhang Ping frowned. "You're not from this world either. Then where's this world's Liu Tiefeng?"
"Young man, you ask too many questions. You should be answering mine now!" Liu Tiefeng said, displeased.
Zhang Ping's expression darkened. While Liu Tiefeng had been talking, he had searched the entire city with Psychokinesis, but he had found no sign of this world's Liu Tiefeng. That meant the man had likely been killed.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Suddenly, two arms thrust out of the ground and grabbed for Zhang Ping's ankles. He struck back at once, pressing down with Psychokinesis and crushing both arms.
"So you refuse the toast and insist on drinking the penalty wine." The smile gradually faded from Liu Tiefeng's face.
Zhang Ping's voice turned cold. "You killed this world's version of yourself?"
"No. I merely made him one with me," Liu Tiefeng replied coldly.
The next instant, he attacked without hesitation, intending to subdue Zhang Ping first and interrogate him at his leisure.
Zhang Ping had not come to this world alone. He had brought two teams, which meant there was an organization behind them.
What Liu Tiefeng needed most now was information about that organization—especially how many other Infinite-Tier powerhouses it had besides Zhang Ping.
The earth churned in an instant. At the same time, Light Swords materialized from thin air and spun around Liu Tiefeng.
As Zhang Ping flew upward, the swords shot toward him at tremendous speed. He had no choice but to shape