Bang!
The Red Moon Restaurant.
Jiang Qiao gripped the Old Woman's neck with his left hand and hoisted her high.
Scalding blood gushed from her artery, streaming down Jiang Qiao's arm and staining his bare chest crimson.
"You old hag."
"You really are hard to kill."
"But that doesn't mean you can't be killed!"
His eyes were vicious. He abruptly tightened his grip, and blood blasted from her ruptured vessels like jets from a high-pressure hose.
Yet.
Anyone who looked closely.
Would notice that despite the terrifying strength he was displaying, he had failed to crush her neck. Beneath her skin, bulging lumps were preventing his hand from closing.
They fought constantly against his grip!
"Kh... kh—"
The Old Woman looked just as savage, glaring fiercely into Jiang Qiao's eyes. "Killing me won't be that easy!"
"You think that old monster meant you well?"
"Even if you wrote your name on the spirit tablet and became the Red Moon Restaurant's third owner, you're nothing but a vessel for him to come back to life in... kh... kh..."
The true strength Jiang Qiao had revealed far exceeded her expectations.
After a vicious battle.
With neither side drawing on the Red Moon Restaurant, she had not only lost, but failed to escape as well.
Now her life hung by a thread.
"Heh."
"So what?"
"That's a problem for another day. Today, you're going to die."
Jiang Qiao spoke coldly.
Of course he didn't believe in something for nothing, nor did he believe the old man in the little temple was some philanthropist handing out gifts.
But none of that had anything to do with the Old Woman anymore.
She wouldn't live to see that day.
"Just shut your mouth and accept your death!"
Boom!
The blackish-purple Thunder Spirit appeared again and merged