Mockery, Asking for a Beating

The Mysterious Old Man trembled from head to toe with rage at Chen Ze's words.

His grizzled beard seemed ready to curl up into the sky, while fury burned in his eyes.

The aura around him grew increasingly sharp, as though the surrounding air itself were about to be sliced apart by that overwhelming pressure.

"Such an arrogant brat! Do you know where this is? How dare you behave so outrageously!"

The Mysterious Old Man still looked exactly as he had when Chen Ze first met him—domineering, forceful, and utterly contemptuous of all else.

It was as if he were the ruler of heaven and earth, and no one could defy his majesty.

Yet Chen Ze remained completely unmoved. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile laced with disdain and mockery.

"Whatever this place is, you don't need to concern yourself with how I got here. Since I can appear here, what can you possibly do to me?"

The Doppelganger Chen Ze was controlling now was no longer the one he had used when he first met the old man.

How could the old man possibly recognize him?

Chen Ze deliberately went along with the flow, wanting to see what sort of existence the old man truly was within this tower.

Moreover, he had long sensed that the old man's intentions were impure. This was the perfect chance to test him.

The Mysterious Old Man was so furious that he laughed instead. "Good, very good! Since you have such courage, let this old man see exactly how much nerve you have."

With that, the Mysterious Old Man waved his hand, and a powerful stream of spiritual energy howled toward Chen Ze.

That stream of spiritual energy was like an enraged flood dragon. Wherever it passed, the