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Bang!
A dull blast of air erupted between two fingers and a palm.
A visible ripple of energy suddenly spread outward.
Thud, thud, thud!
Zhang Tianhua drifted back three steps. His two high-rank Soul Saint guards caught him firmly and shielded him behind them.
Bao Nansong also staggered back two steps before steadying himself, leaving fine cracks in the blue bricks beneath his feet.
Once he regained his footing, he looked up at Zhang Tianhua. Shock and icy menace blazed in his cloudy old eyes. "Sword Finger?! Insidious and deceptive! A keen edge concealed! And you're a Soul Douluo-you aren't Zhang Tianhua at all! Who are you?!"
The deliberately maintained merchant's affability vanished completely from Zhang Tianhua's face, leaving only a cold, appraising stare.
He said coldly, "Old Patriarch Bao, age certainly hasn't dulled your vigor. You've hidden yourself well! Not only is that body of yours tough, you've even concealed a cultivation level of Level 87 Soul Douluo. Impressive!"
The flesh of Bao Nansong's face twitched. "So... a wicked guest has come knocking, and the dagger is finally revealed as the map unrolls!"
He stopped looking at Zhang Tianhua and instead turned his hawklike gaze toward the left of the seat of honor. There, Li Manqing remained seated, even leisurely lifting the cup of still-warm tea from the table and taking an unhurried sip, as though the killing around him had nothing to do with him.
Bao Nansong's voice was as cold as profound ice as he enunciated each word. "You can stop hiding yourself, too! To imitate Li Manqing's expressions, mannerisms, and official bearing so perfectly, with scarcely a flaw!"
"I truly must have been blind! You aren't Li Manqing! Who exactly are you?!"
Li Manqing slowly raised his eyes and