Bab 1919: Headless Yan, Take My Punch! (2)

Yan Wuse had not finished his words when his thoughts seemed to freeze, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He saw the contorted face of a young man, and it was clearly not Kong Yuhen but... Xu Xiaoshou?

Sure enough, it was Xu Xiaoshou!

So, he and Number Two were subdued by this imposter?

When did this switch happen?

How could he possibly possess the power of a demi-saint?

Or was this a clone of the Storyteller? But a clone of such form clearly did not exist!

There was no time to think. Yan Wuse's consciousness stiffened.

Standing right before him, Kong Yuhen, now reverted to Xu Xiaoshou's true form, raised his arm, which had darkened like withered black wood, while his sleeve gently rustled like dried leaves in the wind.