He showed no mercy with his words, because he knew exactly what situation they were in. They were surrounded by wolves, and it was not just this old man who coveted the heaven-tier artifact. Many Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven experts were interested as well; even Half-step Celestial Realm experts had turned their gaze in this direction.
At the same time, Yan Feiyang, Jian Weibo, Ye Yunmeng, and the others erupted with powerful auras, warning everyone not to act rashly. The atmosphere between both sides was drawn swords and bent bows, ready to erupt at any moment.
The old man's expression immediately darkened. Though one could not judge age by appearance alone, Ye Feng's words still made his face look ugly. Especially when he saw their resolve. He had intended to use everyone's greed to force Ye Zhilan to hand over the Emei Daggers. Even if the Emei Daggers might not ultimately fall into his hands, there would at least have been a chance. Who would have thought that Ye Qianqian and the others would be so unyielding, without the slightest intention of backing down?
"I think you're seeking your own deaths. Are you planning to make enemies of all of us?" The old man narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly. His earlier false amiability had vanished, leaving only a trace of ferocity.
"I think you're the one courting death!" A sudden roar rang out. A streak of golden light flashed, and within it, a figure instantly rushed to the old man's side. A large hand spread open and shot out, directly grabbing for the old man's throat.
It all happened in the space between lightning and flint. No one had time to react; even the old man himself was seized by the throat before he could respond.
Boom! A