My brother and I joined forces and defeated one opponent after another; that's our strength.
"Yes, that's our strength. I've fulfilled our dream, but what about you?"
With one kick, the Second Pavilion Master was sent back two steps, and the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master's sword was pointed at the "brother" in front of him.
"Tell me, who exactly are you, or rather, what exactly are you?"
"Hiss... No, brother, are you crazy? I'm your brother, who else could I be? Want me to show you a sword routine?"
His incredulous expression and aggrieved tone suggested he was genuinely saddened by his brother's sudden betrayal.
The more natural and flawless the Second Pavilion Master's demeanor, the more sorrowful the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master became.
"Stop pretending, shut up, and don't say these things with his face."
Indeed, I don't know what you did, but your temperament, speech, and behavior are exactly the same as his.
However, you may not know this, but I am now at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and my intuition is countless times better than that of ordinary people.
No matter how you try to disguise it, I can sense the hidden malice, the evil deep within your heart.
The so-called "Sword Heart Clarity" is a unique skill of a certain sword sect. After the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion completed the reshaping of the sword path, he naturally gained this ability, and he was even stronger than the founder of that sword sect.
This is the reason of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master. The moment he saw the Second Pavilion Master appear, he sensed something.
A trace of malice, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, was so intense that even he nearly overlooked it.
At that time, he comforted himself, thinking that his second brother might have secretly practiced some evil arts, and he could persuade him to give it up later.
What truly drove him to despair was the identical aura emanating from his later disciples and even his own son.
Exactly the same, that evil thought, it's as if it came from the same person, but how is that possible? Where in the martial arts world can you find such an ability?
When the Second Pavilion Master was kicked, he even felt a pang of heartache, as if his own bloodline had been torn apart!
That person was his brother, but also some kind of monster who had usurped his place.
"You killed my brother, my son..."
"Hehe... You've been found out. I thought my acting skills were enough to deal with you."
"Those words, 'evil thoughts,' are a bit too much. Everyone who knows me says I'm a good person."
A subtle smile appeared on the face of the "Second Pavilion Master," and both the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and the martial arts masters who were previously confused felt a chill run down their spines.
The series of actions just now by the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion were not some kind of madness caused by demonic possession; he really saw something.
"You're not going to act anymore, huh? Tell me, when did someone like you even exist in the martial arts world?"
"I've actually been in the industry for a while now, but you just haven't noticed."
I am the second master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and I am also the leader of the Blood Shadow Sect.
"I am the Five Poisons Lord, the master of Gu poison in Miao territory, and I am also Huo Jingtian, the sect leader of the Heavenly Fire Sect."
As everyone strolled around the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, they could see that his body was constantly changing as the mysterious man spoke.
Second Pavilion Master, Blood Shadow Cult Leader, Five Poisons Lord, Heavenly Fire Sect Master...
One after another, martial arts masters appeared, each one exactly like the person they knew.
"As for who I really am? I am Bai Xiaosheng, a storyteller."
After the change, he maintained the demeanor of the Second Pavilion Master and laid his cards on the table for everyone present.
"What the hell? The storyteller Bai Xiaosheng? No, is he really a storyteller? When did you storytellers become capable of this?"
A martial artist quietly approached the storyteller and asked in a low voice, still not believing Han Feiyu's words.
"How would I know? I had no idea that storytellers had become so amazing..."
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