The white-robed scholar possessed such formidable strength, yet he did not reveal his name.
Nor did anyone know him or understand his origins.
That made things rather thought-provoking.
In the vast Netherworld Domain, there were countless powerful figures, yet not a single one could stand against the white-robed scholar.
In the deepest reaches of the Black Mist.
Lord of the Dead swept his right hand through the void.
The Black Mist before him gathered, immediately reflecting what was happening within the Netherworld Domain.
Within the Black Mist, the white-robed scholar displayed immense strength as he fought the experts of the Netherworld Domain alone.
"Have you noticed anything?" Lord of the Dead asked.
"Actually, even if I hadn't broken the Mountain of Blades and Sea of Flames earlier, this fellow probably would have made a move," Xu Zimo said.
"That isn't what I'm asking," Lord of the Dead said, shaking his head slightly.
He continued, "Have you figured out who he is?"
Xu Zimo furrowed his brow. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A substitute body?"
In truth, separated by the Black Mist, it was difficult to tell whether the other party was a true body or a false one.
But Xu Zimo's perception was exceptionally powerful. He could vaguely sense that the white-robed scholar was not a genuine living being.
That was simply absurd.
If it was not even his true body, yet a false body possessed such terrifying strength—
Enough to leave the many experts of the Netherworld Domain helpless—
Then it proved that the person behind him was undoubtedly beyond a certain level.
"They're forcing me to show myself," Lord of the Dead said.
"And even if I appear and kill these people, I'm afraid I still won't find any evidence."
"This is an open scheme."