"Yes, indeed, it is this king!" Xia Wudao replied with a smile, no longer resembling Xia Jing and carrying an air of majesty. He floated a hundred meters away from the barrier, landing in front of Shen Zhui.
The mature man standing before them now bore a slight resemblance to Xia Jing. The majestic figure, resplendent in a purple gold crown, a nine-clawed dragon robe, and phoenix boots, exuded an air of stern authority and intimidating presence.
Seeing this, Shen Zhui's heart sank.
Who could have expected that this was not Xia Jing, but King Liang, Xia Wudao?
After all, what he had seen earlier was undoubtedly Xia Jing!
Where had things gone wrong? Had his Breaking Delusion eyes deceived him?
As Shen Zhui pondered, an angry shout echoed through the air.
"Shen Zhui, now that you know my true identity, why have you not knelt before me yet?" King Liang's smile disappeared as he gave a terse command.