2239: C2239 The Truth Is out

C2239 The Truth Is out

Zhang Xing said with a faint smile on his face. The animal skin gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

What replaced it was a long black robe.

His appearance had also returned to a firm and angular shape.

"Zhang Xing!"

The fake Zhang Xing trembled and his body instantly fell from the sky.

He only stabilized himself when he was more than ten meters away from the ground.

"You... you are... Deicide? Zhang... Xing!"

Boom!

This sentence resounded in everyone's mind like a thunderclap.

"He is also Deicide and Zhang Xing? Two Zhang Xing?"

At this moment, the entire scene was silent!

Whether it was the Homo sapiens or the so-called companion beside them, their eyes were filled with confusion.

Their minds kept thinking about what had just happened.

"He's a fake!"

A moment later, a man with big eyes pointed at the fake Zhang Xing in the sky and shouted.

Things were clear at a glance. Anyone with a bit of intelligence would figure out the cause and effect.

The anger was ignited!

All the other humans looked at the fake Zhang Xing as if they could kill him.

"You liar!"

"You fake demi-human race!"

After Zhang Xing revealed his true face, he looked coldly at the fake Zhang Xing.

From the beginning to the end, he did not say much nonsense, nor did he argue about the authenticity of the demi-human race.

He didn't need to use words to argue with the fake Zhang Xing.

It was true. No matter how real it was, it couldn't become true!

If he could use his fists to reason, he would not use words to waste his breath.

"That's right, it's me."

Puff!

As soon as Zhang Xing finished speaking, the fake Zhang Xing immediately fell from the sky.

The dozen over tall men could not knock the fake Zhang Xing out, but they were so scared that their minds went blank. They curled up on the ground and trembled, totally forgetting to get up and run for their lives.

"So he is the real Deicide Zhang Xing of our Homo sapiens!"

The Homo sapiens woke up and looked at Zhang Xing with an apologetic and self-blame look.1

"So this is the true leader, Zhang Xing!"

The fake Zhang Xing was like an ant in front of him. With just a few words, he was scared out of his wits. There was no need for him to make a move.

"So this is the style that Deicide should have!"

When he was going to kill, he would kill. He would never talk nonsense or show mercy!

It was only at this moment that they imagined Zhang Xing's cold image to coincide with the figure in front of them.

The so-called partners beside them were so scared that their legs were cramping and their faces were pale. They wanted to run but did not dare.

"Alright, stop pretending to be dead. Get up and answer my question."

Zhang Xing slowly walked to the fake Zhang Xing and said coldly.

"Zhang... Zhang Master, spare me. I will say... I will say anything!"

The fake Zhang Xing, whose body was drenched in cold sweat, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Yes! How many secret bases do you Great Elders have like this?"

"Just... Just this one..."

"After these Homo sapiens and demi-human race produce their offspring, how did you settle them?"

"I... We killed the adults and picked the children with excellent talent to nurture..."

"What?"

Hearing this, those one million plus young demi-human race were enraged!

So all of the beautiful promises were fake, they were all lies to us.

We are just tools used by the Great Elder to lay eggs!

What cultivation line! What achieving immortality, what unification of the Three Heavens, they are all lies.

So it turns out that we are the same as these Homo sapiens, but we are wearing the name of a demi-human race on the surface.

Lowly life is just a joke in the eyes of those great demons!

Grief filled the faces of millions of young generation demi-human race.

Those below the Deity Realm were all ants. But in reality, it was not like that. It should be said that any ant that had a cultivation level lower than mine was inferior to me!

Wasn't it the same for fake Zhang Xing and the other orcs?

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