Hua Chenghui instinctively glanced at his own Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar, then at Qin Luo's. The two were almost indistinguishable.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart, but he maintained his composure.

He sneered, "Do you think by bringing out a counterfeit, you can create an illusion and gain the strength to fight me?"

"Although I don't know how you managed to forge a Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar, nor how you know my name."