Lin Lang flicked his hand, sending all three Rakshasa Tokens flying toward Jade Rakshasa like three darts.
But Jade Rakshasa caught them effortlessly and crushed the other two on the spot.
"How did you determine which Rakshasa Token was real, Cult Leader?" Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.
The Rakshasa Tokens made by the Marvelous Hand Boss, Zhu Ting, could certainly pass for the genuine article. Even Zhu Ting himself would have to examine them carefully to tell them apart.
Did Jade Rakshasa have some special method of distinguishing them at a glance?
Lin Lang said from beside him, "What difference does it make? In the Rakshasa Cult Leader's hands, even a fake is real. In anyone else's hands, even the real one is fake."
Lu Xiaofeng understood. "Exactly. The Rakshasa Token is only real in the Rakshasa Cult Leader's hands."
Or rather, as long as the Rakshasa Cult Leader wanted to acknowledge it, it was real. If he did not, even a genuine token would be declared fake.
The Rakshasa Cult Leader looked at Lin Lang. "Everyone in the Jianghu knows how clever Lu Xiaofeng is. I never expected Commander Lin to be so clever too. Then do you know why I faked my death?"
Lin Lang smiled. "It must have been to expose the traitors in the Rakshasa Cult and clear away trouble for when your true heir succeeds you."
It was like how every emperor would kill some of his senior ministers in old age, fearing that the crown prince would be unable to control them.
Lu Xiaofeng sighed. "Unfortunately, although the Rakshasa Cult Leader personally slew the traitors, your son was already killed by Flying Jade Tiger."
The Rakshasa Cult Leader laughed heartily. "Who said my son died?"
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