"Hmph, even if I stopped, I'd still get my neck twisted off. You old monster, don't push me too far. Keep chasing me, and you'll regret it!" I wasn't especially afraid of Earth Immortals anymore. I had the Black Dragon Armor, which was enough to withstand ordinary attacks, as well as the powerful Shrinking Earth Technique, which could carry me a kilometer in a single stride. An ordinary person would run until their legs broke. Even cultivators skilled in movement techniques couldn't do much better!
"Heh heh, young man, that's hard to say. Tell me, just who are you, and why did you use such vicious methods the moment you saw Fu Qingyun's whelp? Could it be that you had a grudge against him? Or did you come here to pry out some information?" The old man laughed eerily. He didn't seem sad or hateful because Fu Yanjun had been killed by me. More than anything, he seemed amused.
"Fu Yanjun and I had a grudge. Naturally, we had to fight to the death when we met. What, did you expect us to sit down, drink tea, and trade poems?" As I used the Shrinking Earth Technique, the old man's secret voice transmission kept entering my ears, yet he could hear every word I said without missing a syllable.
"So it was a vendetta. Was it a new grudge or an old one? I've only heard that the entire Fu family is made up of elegant young gentlemen, with no shortage of lovers. They have very few enemies, though. Even if they did, they would have slaughtered them all long ago. Yours must be a new grudge, then? Oh, it seems one of Fu Qingyun's grandsons was killed by someone... Let me think..." The old man chased after me while