"I like your bravado, boy, I truly do," said the member of the Song Clan, who also served as their leader. "But I must warn you, you cannot face the entire Song Clan unless you have a death wish."
Lucifer struggled to contain his amusement, feeling an urge to burst into laughter. It seemed that the time had come to shed the persona of Tang Luo; it had become tiresome, and he had already achieved his objectives. There was no longer any need to maintain the facade and hide his true identity from these people.
With a subtle shift of his expression, Lucifer's features contorted, morphing into their true form. His eyes, once calm and human, now glowed with an otherworldly intensity, while his skin took on a subtle hue of darkness that seemed to radiate power. As the illusion of Tang Luo dissolved, his true form emerged—a being of celestial beauty and majesty.
