Assassin?
This old man turned out to be an unfathomable assassin.
Ling Yun curved the corners of his lips into a smile. A good show was about to begin now.
They watched as the old man slowly stood up, stretched lazily, and casually used remote suction to snatch the grilled chicken wings right out of Ling Yun's hands, happily munching away.
This scene!
Duan Shuiliu watched with tightly clenched fists, while Long Xingtian on the side shook his head to stop him. Ling Yun had the exact same idea, and the guard dog bared its fangs with an utterly defiant expression.
Long Yanran was slightly startled. This was the first time she had ever seen Ling Yun endure such behavior without making a move.
The old man mocked sarcastically, "The three of you came to me for revenge? What kind of revenge? You don't even weigh your own strength."
"This old man will just play along with you and let you know what true terror is."
Without waiting for a reply, he drew a knife directly from the void and charged toward Immortal Emperor Houde and the other two, dragging the blade along the ground.
Meanwhile, Exquisite Empress scooped up Little Irene from beside her feet at the very first moment, leaped up, and with a swift vault, placed Little Irene safely in An Qing's arms before instantly returning to her original spot.
The old man's knife scraped across the ground, kicking up layers of fallen leaves, while the ringing sound of the blade echoed endlessly.
Immortal Emperor Houde and Immortal Emperor Weide stood their ground calmly as two long swords sprang from their scabbards on their own. They flew into the sky wielding their swords, and the old man followed closely behind.
Exquisite Empress leaped up with her sword