However, before his words fell, a vigorous and powerful thundering shout echoed from within the light curtain. Resonating like a great bell.
"You dare!"
Hearing this familiar voice, the Evergreat Sword Ancestor's entire body trembled. Pure panic on his face.
As the white light dissipated, he focused his gaze.
Beside Alex, there was an additional figure. An old man condensed from white light.
This old man looked exactly the same as him. From his figure to his appearance, to his clothes, to his sword. Completely carved from the exact same mold.
The only difference was that this old man's gaze was awe-inspiringly righteous. His aura even stronger.
The thick sword intent contained within the white light radiating from his body was far above the golden light on the fake's body.
"This, this..." Iris below, as well as Vincent and the others hanging on the tree, were all dumbfounded. Full of astonishment.
"What is going on here?"
