This principle was not difficult to deduce.
Meanwhile, several miles away, the Ming Luo Hall Master failed to notice this; he had only felt, from Han Yi's sword strike just now, a combat strength not inferior to his own.
"An ordinary Immortal Monarch? It seems he has hidden his true power."
"So, your appearance is also a facade, not your true face."
With these predetermined ideas, the Ming Luo Hall Master deduced Han Yi's realm and, from that realm, concluded that Han Yi had altered his appearance.
"Which fellow daoist from Fierce Sun Mountain are you?"
"No matter, once I kill you and peel off your face, I will know who you are."
The Ming Luo Hall Master cast out his Immortal Sword, which suddenly transformed and grew to a hundred meters in size. Dark sword fog swirled around it incessantly as if sinister gods and demons were lurking within, and one could even faintly hear the deep breathing of Sword Qi.