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As Ye Shuangluo rode into the center of Dragon City, the eyes of a thousand soldiers clad in white armor turned towards him.

A young man sat on a throne of bones, his index finger pressed against his temple, supporting his face with one hand, eyes closed.

"Imposter, you've finally arrived."

Hearing the sound of hooves, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Ye Shuangluo with excitement.

"Giggle, White Ghost Lord, have you lost your mind? Calling me an imposter when you're the counterfeit?"

Ye Shuangluo looked at the young man with interest. Even though he had seen him on TV and thought they looked alike, seeing him in person confirmed it—this was definitely a creation modeled after himself.

The same appearance, a weapon highly similar to [Mortal Kill], a Ghost Legion of a different color, Blood Demon Armor, and even a replica of Pluto.

Ye Shuangluo stared at the sky-blue necklace around the young man's neck, pondering why it felt like just a decoration.

"White Ghost Lord," the young man repeated, frowning slightly.

"I don't like that name. I have my own name; I'm Ye Shuangluo!"

Goodness.

Ye Shuangluo couldn't help but call him an expert, not only copying his weapons and attire but even stealing his name.

Seemingly provoked by the mocking smile on Ye Shuangluo's face, White Ghost Lord stood up from the throne and drew his "Mortal Kill."

The thousand soldiers in white armor were poised to attack, awaiting their king's command to tear the enemy apart.

White Ghost Lord pointed his blade at Ye Shuangluo, sneering:

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