"Y-you... who exactly are you?"
The Red-robed Daoist's throat bobbed, his voice trembling uncontrollably. The veins on the hand gripping the Magic Artifacts stood taut, his knuckles white.
He forced himself to remain calm, but the terror churning in his eyes could not be concealed. He shouted sharply, "Who sent you? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash!
"I have all the dirt on those corrupt dog officials in my hands!
"If anything happens to me, the evidence stored on cloud servers will be plastered all over the internet by tomorrow morning, ruining them all!"
Yet after voicing those threats, the Red-robed Daoist grew even more frantic inside.
The oppressive force radiating from the other man was like an invisible net, making even breathing difficult. His body trembled faintly beyond his control.
He had lived nearly fifty years and traveled far and wide, encountering countless talented individuals.
Whether they were masters of great clans entrenched in one place, surrounded by experts, able to shatter stones with a single punch and possessing deep, steady auras—
Or fellow Daoist practitioners who walked between the worlds of yin and yang, proficient in talismans and incantations, capable of dealing with ghosts and gods—he had interacted with them all, even fought some of them.
Yet even those powerful figures who had once made him wary were like fireflies before the bright moon compared to this mysterious old man. They were utterly incomparable.
The moment this mysterious old man stood before him, there was no need for him to make a move. That unfathomable aura alone sent a chill rising from the Red-robed Daoist's very marrow.
It was as though he faced not a mortal, but an unfathomable abyss.
In the blink of an eye!
"Die!"
The Red-robed Daoist, consumed by extreme terror, suddenly let out