After taking that blow, Extreme Evil Old Man was on the verge of death.
The energy contained in that palm-blade strike continued to rampage through his body, leaving half of him unable to move.
Yin Yuanzi wore a faint smile as he slowly walked toward Extreme Evil Old Man. "As a True God, sometimes you have to know when to give something up! Back then, it wasn't that I had no chance of obtaining that thing. Do you know why I let you get there first?"
Embedded in a crack in the rock, Extreme Evil Old Man glared fixedly at Yin Yuanzi, but said nothing.
"Because I knew I'd provoke Gu Bei. Trying to snatch food from a Saint's hands—wouldn't that be courting death?" Yin Yuanzi said with a smug laugh. "So I decisively gave up, and that thing ended up in your hands. You were merely my scapegoat. Seven Divine Eras... That was indeed quite a long time, but our lifespans are infinite. What does a little time matter? Hahahaha..."
Yin Yuanzi laughed loudly. His laughter echoed through the cavern, sending sand and stones cascading down around it with a constant rustling sound. When Luo Zheng heard it, his ears ached sharply, and his head spun and throbbed!
Seeing that Extreme Evil Old Man remained silent, Yin Yuanzi found it rather boring. After lightly sighing, his right hand once again transformed into a palm blade, and he hacked it toward Extreme Evil Old Man.
Although Extreme Evil Old Man said nothing, he was unwilling to await death in the face of Yin Yuanzi's attack. He raised the demonic claw mark on his left hand once more and brought it down toward Yin Yuanzi.
But Extreme Evil Old Man's struggle was doomed to be no more than a dying gasp.