As the words fell, the mist swirling around the Divine Martial Lord stirred gently twice. He still said nothing and did not reveal himself. Only a faint fluctuation of divine power quietly gathered within the mist, as though he might lash out at any moment.
Seeing this, the Demon Lord immediately roared again, "You skulking coward! You still won't show your face, even now? You've utterly disgraced us Three Great Ancestor Lords!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Abyss Lord, who stood beside him with lowered eyes in silence, gently tugged his sleeve, signaling him not to say anything more to anger Yun Che. But the Demon Lord violently shook off his hand, craned his neck, and continued cursing.
"What? Am I wrong? Even if I die today, I'm going to curse to my heart's content!"
Yun Che ignored the noisy Demon Lord and simply stared darkly at the mist. A trace of ancestral source power had quietly gathered at his fingertips, and his voice grew colder.
"I'll say this one last time. Come out, or must I personally tear away that mist you're hiding your shame behind?"
The Divine Martial Lord slowly rose and lightly brushed the dust from his robes, looking utterly unruffled.
"All right! Since it's come to this, I won't keep up the act."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mist shrouding the Divine Martial Lord slowly dispersed, gradually revealing a figure.
When Ning Kong and the others saw that face clearly, they all cried out in shock.
Le Shuanglan even pressed her hand to the hilt of the Demon Sword at her waist, her face filled with disbelief.
"How could it be you?!"
None of them had imagined that the Divine Martial Lord's true identity would actually be Ding Man, the Director of