Before the middle-aged man had fled a hundred li, he felt a hot rush erupt from his chest.
"What?"
The middle-aged man looked at his chest soaked in blood, then at the hollow where his heart had been. He suddenly wanted to scream, but he had no strength at all. In an instant, he fell from the sky to the ground.
"I told you not to run. I was going to find you a nice place, but since it's come to this, then it's decided."
Uchiha Hiko looked at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground and directly used the Great Fireball Technique, instantly making him vanish into the air and become a speck of dust.
"What did you do? You actually killed my only butler?" An overbearing voice descended from the sky at some point.
When he saw the man, an old man with a head full of white hair and a face covered in wrinkles landed on a patch of ruins not far from Uchiha Hiko and simply stared at him.
Uchiha Hiko sensed the strength of the man before him. He was indeed extremely powerful, and this Old Man seemed to value the butler Uchiha Hiko had just killed immensely—perhaps even as much as his own son.
"So what if I killed him? Do you have the strength to kill me?"
"Youngster, you certainly have a big mouth. Today, I will slaughter every inch of Earth's land to accompany my butler in death."
The Old Man's eyes were filled with fury and deep resentment. Waves of overwhelmingly powerful force spread in every direction, carrying an innate, terrifying intimidation. In an instant, that force split the entire surrounding mountain range, Heng Qiu, in two, yet it continued to spread outward.
Uchiha Hiko watched the destruction spreading