A guard clutched his chest and walked over through gritted teeth.
"Senior! Dare you give us your name? In this world, I've never seen anyone who dared lay a hand on the Elder Council! I'd very much like to make your acquaintance."
The old man looked at him coldly. "How long has it been since you people went outside? Is the Elder Council supposed to be so fucking impressive? If Hun Tiangang hadn't stopped me back then, I'd have flattened your shitty retirement home long ago!"
The guard froze.
The old man struck with his palm, and everyone heard the sound of bones shattering loud and clear.
The guard lay on the ground, continuously coughing up blood.
The old man straightened up, and only then did Lu Chengwen realize how damn tall the old bastard was when he stood upright.
Another guard hurriedly said, "Senior! Could you be one of the Old Man Wu?"
"So what if I am? So what if I'm not?"
"Our Elder Council has deep ties with Old Man Wu. We're all on the same side, so why make things so ugly?"
The old man turned and shook his shoulder, sending that man flying backward.
"Who's on the same side as you? When I give you face, you're the Elder Council. When I don't, you're nothing but a pack of pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered!"
Xiao Hanfeng gritted his teeth. "Senior, are you really going to wipe us all out?!"
"Yes, wipe you out. Every last one." The old man no longer bothered pretending. "That has always been my style."
The Three Brothers exchanged glances.
Long Aotian pretended to scratch his chin with one hand, covering his mouth. "He's quite different from before."
Zhao Ritian lowered his head and pretended to scratch his brow.