"Though I am old, my time is not yet up, yet you brought the Imperial Guard to my door. Are you trying to replace me?"
Then Murong Chong turned to look at Su Fei, killing intent boiling in his eyes as the gloom on his face twisted into savagery.
"You little brat. The Imperial Guard, are you? Does being in the Imperial Guard mean you can ruin my plans? Do you really think I fear the Imperial Guard?"
Murong Chong's voice abruptly rose, carrying a hysterical madness.
"Do you know how many years I spent preparing for this pill-refining ceremony? I exhausted half a lifetime's savings to gather the medicinal ingredients in that blood pool. With just a few words, you want to ruin my grand undertaking and destroy my chance to advance to the Martial Saint Realm Ninth Level?"
Murong Chong's beard and hair bristled. An astonishing aura erupted from his withered body as the pressure of the Martial Saint Realm Eighth Level Peak burst forth in full.
"Enough, enough. Today, I will show you that even among those at the Martial Saint Realm Eighth Level, there are enormous differences."
"Once I kill you, a Martial Saint Realm cultivator who delivered himself to my door, and drain all your blood essence, the White Lotus Blood Pill I refine will surely be more potent than before. Haha!"
Murong Chong abruptly raised his foot and kicked the tiger-skin chair before him to pieces.
He leaped up and landed firmly atop the bronze pill-refining furnace. Under his foot, the furnace actually sank a full inch.
He reached into his robes and drew out two long azure ge spears covered in spiral patterns.
"Take this move of mine, Twin Dragons Emerging from Water!"
Murong Chong shouted, fully unleashing his Martial Saint Realm Eighth