At this moment, "Purple Frost" finally started to move, facing the blue mist flying upside down in mid-air.

Lan Wu naturally saw Zi Shuang coming towards him, but he thought that "Zi Shuang" was coming to meet him and didn't think much about it.

However, when "Zishuang" was already very close to him, Lan Wu suddenly

Seeing the half-smiling look on "Zishuang"'s face, for some reason, Lan Wu suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

The next moment, Lan Wu's figure immediately retreated backwards, trying to get as far away from "Purple Frost" as possible!

However, it was too late. A short stone man appeared in front of Lan Wu in the next moment. The dustpan-sized fist flashed with light and punched Lan Wu's lower abdomen with a fierce punch!

Bang!

The punch was so fast and hard that Lan Wu had no time to block it. He heard a sound like a deflating balloon, and then a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen.

"My Dantian!"

Lan Wu's eyes were about to burst. His dantian Zhenyuanhai, the warrior he relied on for survival, was unexpectedly punched to pieces by this stone man without any defense!

"Zishuang, you! How dare you plot against me!"

Lan Wu's eyes shot out a monstrous killing intent, but this killing intent was instantly replaced by pain and despair. His True Essence Sea was exploded, and unless he had great supernatural powers, it would be impossible to repair it.

At this moment, Lan Wu experienced the feeling of a mantis stalking a cicada, with an oriole behind it. He plotted against the black hand, but was plotted against by Zi Shuang again!

However, Lan Wu didn't understand why Zi Shuang did this?

Why did he encourage himself to attack the gangster, and then later attack himself?

"Hey Zi Shuang, I usually look like a loser, but I didn't expect you to be so ambitious!"

Lan Wu cursed loudly. In his opinion, there was only one explanation for this matter, and that was that Zi Shuang wanted to replace Black Hand as the leader of the stronghold, but was not strong enough, so he encouraged himself to kill Black Hand first, and then killed himself.

"Zishuang? I'm afraid you recognized the wrong person. Who told you that I was Zishuang?"

That "Zishuang" sneered, and the muscles on her face began to move quickly.

In Lan Wu's stunned state, the muscles quickly reorganized into an unfamiliar face, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was actually much younger than Zi Shuang.

"Who are you? Where is Zi Shuang?"

Lan Wu was about to collapse. He couldn't accept the fact that he was being played around by a person pretending to be Zi Shuang. This guy used himself to kill the black hand, and now he has destroyed himself!

Coupled with the captured Bai Lu and Qing Ji, and the missing Zi Shuang... this time the Zhaoyang Empire's stronghold was not only severely injured, but was close to being completely wiped out!

"A true man, I won't change my name in business, and I won't change my surname in office. I am a disciple of the Danxin Holy Sect, Su Chen."

The strange face smiled slightly, as if it were a harmless smile, but in Lan Wu's eyes, it looked like a devil's smile.

"How is that possible? How could you not be Zi Shuang? You can practice Zhaoyang Sacred Heart Art to the level of thirty pure Yang chakras, how could you not be Zi Shuang?"

Lan Wu murmured and asked. It was precisely because he saw the other party displaying thirty pure Yang chakras that he had no doubts about the other party's identity, and he believed that Black Hand had no doubts because of this.

As a result, the other party turned out to be a disciple of the Danxin Holy Sect pretending to be Zi Shuang. How did the other party cultivate those thirty pure Yang chakras?

Lan Wu only felt that his three views were about to be subverted, and everyone else in the Zhaoyang Empire was dumbfounded, unable to accept the scene in front of him.
Chapter completed!