Han Xing stepped forward slowly and said with a light laugh, "It seems you still don't know me very well."
"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Han Xing, the greatest prodigy of the Southern Region."
"What I do best is create possibilities out of the impossible."
Hearing Han Xing's introduction, Divine Lord Zijing suddenly gave a desolate laugh. "I should have realized long ago... How could the greatest prodigy of the Southern Region, someone who created miracles all the way here, possibly have died in a secret realm..."
Han Xing still wore a smile. "Now, can you tell me who sent you to kill us?"
Divine Lord Zijing froze again upon hearing that. "You knew that too?"
"Of course. Under normal circumstances, I don't think you would have the nerve to come after me."
Divine Lord Zijing fell silent for a moment, the conflict in her eyes resurfacing.
A moment later, she seemed to have made some sort of decision and solemnly raised her head.
"It was..."
Before she could say the second word, Divine Lord Zijing's beautiful face suddenly changed drastically.
Her body began convulsing violently, while strange black mist poured from all seven of her orifices.
Then, Divine Lord Zijing dropped to her knees in agony, clutching her throat tightly with both hands as if struggling against some force within her body.
She laboriously raised her head toward Han Xing, her violet eyes filled with pleading.
That look seemed to say, "Kill me..."
Seeing this, Han Xing's expression remained calm.
He turned and asked, "Tu Gang, don't you think this power feels familiar?"
The burly Tu Gang looked thoughtfully at the convulsing Divine Lord Zijing. "It does feel a little familiar. It's like the power that ambushed us in that trap palace..."
"Benefactor, what do you