"Senior, wait!" Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
Old Unconventional and Chen Zhonglan turned around at the same time, only to see Ao Yue emerge from behind the boulder.
"Brat, what are you trying to do?" Old Unconventional asked with a frown.
Ao Yue cupped his hands and said, "Senior, Chen Zhonglan and I have some bad blood between us. Could you hand him over to me to deal with?"
Old Unconventional looked Ao Yue up and down, then chuckled. "Brat, you've got some nerve! Very well, I'll let you get some practice. However, let me remind you: Chen Zhonglan isn't an easy opponent. Don't let yourself be sunk by carelessness!"
Ao Yue smiled confidently. "Thank you for the reminder, Senior. I know my limits."
Old Unconventional tossed Chen Zhonglan to Ao Yue and said, "Brat, I'll leave this devil to you! I still have things to do, so I'll be on my way!" With that, his figure flashed, and he vanished.
Ao Yue looked at Chen Zhonglan in his hands and sneered inwardly. Chen Zhonglan, you're finally getting what you deserve!
Chen Zhonglan had recovered some strength by then. He glared viciously at Ao Yue and said, "Brat, you dared ruin my plans. I'll tear you limb from limb!"
Ao Yue curled his lip disdainfully. "You? Who do you think you are?"
"Brat, don't get cocky!" Chen Zhonglan shouted. "My Nine Demonic Sect isn't to be trifled with! If you dare kill me, my Nine Demonic Sect will make you pay!"
"The Nine Demonic Sect? Heh..." Ao Yue sneered. "I'm not even afraid of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. Why would I fear your Nine Demonic Sect?" As he spoke, he suddenly tightened his grip and snapped Chen Zhonglan's neck.
Chen Zhonglan's eyes widened. He died with his grievance