Even with all his effort, Li Xiao could barely manage to speak. That was only because the shock wave had blown him far from the iron coffin and buried him underground, slightly weakening the aura's effect on him.
To be honest, he was no longer even sure whether Owl could defeat Youmingzi's true body.
Suddenly, he felt a terrifying gaze fall upon him from a distance. That gaze alone made his face stiffen, and he even began trembling involuntarily.
"He's here!"
He stared wide-eyed at the livestream. Every viewer could feel his fear. This was sheer, instinctive terror, beyond anything willpower could control.
Thud!
The ground split open, and a sliver of light spilled through the crack. Li Xiao's eyes narrowed involuntarily. Above him stood a cold-faced Daoist in black robes, looking down at him with an eerie gaze.
Just one glance at the man felt like countless hammers pounding his soul. Li Xiao's head swam, and wisps of soul power began leaking away.
"Hehehehe, you can look upon me without dying. It seems your soul is just a little tougher than I estimated, streamer." The Daoist revealed a bizarre smile. His voice sounded extremely similar to Youmingzi's, but listening closely revealed a difference. This Daoist's voice was colder and more merciless, as icy as the winds in the dead of winter, yet his words were utterly deranged.
Li Xiao barely managed to muster his fighting spirit. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Youmingzi was your avatar, wasn't he? Then Youmingzi must be a fake name too. If you've got the guts, tell me your real name."
"Hehehe, even at a time like this, you haven't shut off your livestream. Admirable courage. You have earned the right to know my name. I am... True Lord Wanhua!" At first, the Daoist's voice