His True Colors Chapter 2082

 "He ...... he's the Mystic!" Suddenly, at that moment, someone roared out in unparalleled horror.

        As soon as the words fell, the scene was directly silent and a pin drop could be heard!

        "There have long been rumours in the Jianghu that when the masked man first defeated thousands of Zenith Mountain generals on Baguio Palace, he said that he was the Mysterious Man. It's just that the Mysterious Man is dead, and everyone just thinks that there's a powerful masked man impersonating him."

        "If ...... if he can save people from the Endless Abyss, and if he can break the Heavenly Prison that only a True God can open, then ...... then he really might be that God of War at the top of Mount Qishan, the Mysterious Man! "

        At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up, looked at Han Qianqian and said with trepidation.

        "If the masked big man is the mysterious man, then this matter is quite understandable. After all, the mysterious man once opened the same divine mound at the top of Mount Qishan that even the true gods could not enter."

        "Yes, it is only the Mystic that can accomplish something unbelievable and out of the ordinary."

        "So, he ...... he really is a mystic?"

        A bunch of people's faces turned pale and their eyes could fall out of their sockets in shock.

        After all, Han Qianqian's previous battle at Baguio Palace didn't have many people treating him as a true mystic. For one thing, although the battle at Baguio Palace was indeed sensational, how could it be compared to the mysterious man who had created a miracle at the top of Mount Qishan?!

        Secondly, the Mystic could be said to be an idol-like existence in the hearts of most people. Since they subjectively believed that the idol was dead, it was difficult for anyone to take his place, and naturally, those who pretended to be him denied it without even thinking about it.

        As a participant at the top of Mount Qishan, he had witnessed the mysterious man's killing style.

        He had even spent many days and nights longing for such a talented person to come to the Fu family.

        But now, he was right in front of him!

        "Are you ...... your true identity, really ...... really the mysterious man?" Fu Tian murmured.

        "I don't deny it." Han Qianqian helplessly bitter smile, originally he wanted to directly admit his identity, nay, someone but another identity to put on the head.

        The mystery man was himself, and that, in fact, was correct.

        This was also quite good, the identity of Han Qianqian was announced a little later, perhaps, the effect would be better.

        Fu Tian froze, and so did everyone at the scene.

        Although they had already guessed that Han Qianqian was the mystery man, it was not as shocking as his own personal nod.

        Fu Tian froze for a long time before speaking slowly, "You're not dead?"

        "Just by Wang Juzhi?" Han Qianqian smiled disdainfully.

        Fu Tian was speechless, and he couldn't help but place his gaze on Fu Mang at the side, which meant that the Jianghu rumours weren't false. Fu Mang was really with the mysterious man!

        He didn't understand, and he wasn't willing to!

        Why would Fu Mang, the man who was locked up in the heavenly prison, go together with the mysterious man he had been longing for.

        It should have been him!

        He was the true master of the Fu family!

        He was the king of the Fu Clan, the king of the One Sword World!

        No way, absolutely no way!

        He had to find a way to change all this, and at that moment, an idea suddenly took root in his mind.

        He had to get the mysterious man to his side only, and never let Fu Mang get his help.

        When he thought of this, Fu Tian suddenly smiled, "Actually, I had a chance to meet you at the top of Qishan Mountain, and I also admired your bravery, and when I heard that you had been assassinated by Wang Juzhi, I was heartbroken for a long time, but I never thought that fate in this world would be wonderful, and that I could meet you here."

        Hearing these words from Fu Tian, Han Qianqian could not help but sneer in his heart and said coldly on his lips, "Yes, fate is indeed wonderful!"

        I'm afraid, what Fu Tian never dreamed of was that he was still the same Earthling he once despised and tried to get killed by all means, Han Qianqian!

        "Good, since the young warrior is a mystic, then I can understand the fundamental reason why the young warrior wants to join hands with us to fight against the Pill God Pavilion. In lieu of tea, I, Fu Tian, will drink first, and wish us a happy collaboration." After saying this, Fu Tian raised his cup of tea and drank it all in one go.

        Han Qianqian merely smiled and raised his head, but did not take a sip of tea at all.

        "The great war is imminent, and since we are already partners, there is one thing I would like to remind the young warrior, sometimes you should not listen to idle talk." Fu Tian put down his cup, and although he was speaking to Han Qian Qian, he was actually looking at Fu Mang, clearly warning him about that little secret between him and Fu Mang.

        "It is already late at night, so I will not bother you anymore, farewell!" After saying that, Fu Tian got up and turned to leave.

        And just after Fu Tian left, the others in the inn no longer had any scruples and begged Han Qianqian to take them in.

        Fu Tian went back to the Ye Family with his heart in his mouth.

        Even late at night, the halls of the Ye family were still lit up, and Fu Mei was sitting in the hall enjoying a massage from the maids and eating immortal fruits.

        When she saw Fu Tian return, she frowned slightly, "How was it?"

        Fu Tian's face showed a difficult expression, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, "It's Fu Yao."


        Fu Mei violently crushed the immortal fruit in her hand, "What did you say?"