Wang Ye looked at the middle-aged man, frowning slightly as his gaze fell on Meng Po.
Meng Po chuckled and shook her head. "Don't worry, he can beat him."
"That guy has slept in the mountains for a thousand years. It's time for him to get up and stretch his legs."
Hearing Meng Po's words, Wang Ye nodded and silently stepped back. However, he still positioned himself to block off Shouxing's escape route, and his eyes never left that peach.
A great medicine capable of restoring a body!
And one that could even restore an immortal.
An absolute treasure.
Even if the Heaven Group investigators each received a little, it would create quite a few more elite fighters. He could keep some for himself too, to use in battle. It would make him unbeatable in a war of attrition.
He just had to prevent Shouxing from using it again.
If that old man showed any intention of taking medicine, Wang Ye would not care about any one-on-one duel. He would intervene directly and kill him first.
The old man had just eaten a quarter of it. It was practically like biting off a piece of Wang Ye's flesh.
"Yang Yun, it is better to resolve grievances than deepen them."
"I helped you save Zhong Kui today. Let the grudge between us end here. What do you say?"
Shouxing looked at Yang Yun with unparalleled gravity as he spoke.
But Yang Yun had no interest in even talking. He suddenly raised his hand.
The rubble-like rocks trembled, and a long spear shot out, carving an arc through the air before landing directly in Yang Yun's hand.
"Die!"
With a furious roar, though he still appeared extremely weak, he seemed like a God of Slaughter emerging from a mountain of corpses and