The Old Man Was Determined to Claim It

The Mysterious Old Man moved, pouncing at Chen Ze like a bolt of lightning.

Chen Ze's heart tightened at the sight. He sneered. "Heh heh, old man, you really couldn't hold yourself back after all."

He had long anticipated that the Mysterious Old Man might make such a move and had been secretly on guard.

Although the immense expenditure of spiritual power had made the Mysterious Old Man's movements less swift than before, he was still a Body Integration Realm expert, carrying an overwhelming pressure.

Chen Ze hurriedly dodged to the side while activating the Ninth-grade Talisman he had prepared beforehand.

In an instant, a brilliant radiance erupted from the Ninth-grade Talisman, and powerful spiritual energy waves spread in every direction.

The Mysterious Old Man's expression changed dramatically. He rapidly retreated, attempting to evade the sudden attack.

"Boy, just how many Ninth-grade Talismans do you have?" the Mysterious Old Man roared.

If he had not been trapped inside the tower for so long and exhausted far too many magical treasures, why would he have needed to dodge so miserably from mere Ninth-grade Talismans?

A powerful unwillingness surged within the Mysterious Old Man. Now that his surprise attack had failed, finding another opportunity would be harder than ascending to the heavens.

He glared furiously at Chen Ze, rage burning in his eyes.

"Boy, don't think you can rest easy just by relying on those talismans," the Mysterious Old Man said through gritted teeth. "The inheritance within this tower is mine for the taking. No one else is allowed to lay a finger on it."

Chen Ze gave a cold laugh. "Old man, empty boasts are useless. Survive my talismans first. The Ninth-grade Talismans in my hand are far more than just these few."

Although the Mysterious Old Man had blocked the