The old man's gaze sharpened. "So you saw through even that. Hahahaha! So what if you did? Even if you saw through it, you can only be trapped here until you die."
I sighed. "You never intended to leave from the beginning, did you?"
"Leave? Why would I leave? This is my territory. Here, everything goes by my word." The old man's previous kindness vanished, and his face became somewhat savage.
Jiang Xiaohui said, "Why waste so many words on him? Let's just do it."
Jiang Xiaohui's way of solving problems was simple and crude. If his fists could do the talking, he would never waste his breath.
The old man snorted and looked at Jiang Xiaohui. "You can't kill me in this world. No matter what methods you use, you cannot kill me."
Jiang Xiaohui refused to accept that. "Then let's try it!"
With that, he rushed forward and threw a punch at the old man's forehead. The old man did not even move, allowing the punch to land. With a bang, the old man remained standing there perfectly fine, while Jiang Xiaohui staggered back two steps and looked at his fist in confusion.
Ying Gou had suffered at the old man's hands before. He had thrown a punch as well, only for his hand to go numb while the old man was completely unharmed.
Jiang Xiaohui narrowed his eyes, and a cluster of Samadhi True Fire appeared between his fingers.
The old man merely glanced at the flame, without the slightest trace of fear on his face.
Jiang Xiaohui flicked his finger lightly, sending the flame flying toward the old man. The old man did not move. The flame landed on him, yet it went out before it could even set his clothes on fire.
This time, it