The old man was so enraged that he threw away the bone flute in his hand, his withered face twisting into a knot.
With a furious shout, he said, "You little bastard! You actually ruined my plans! If I can't kill you today, I'll die with my eyes open!"
Wang Xian stood atop the city wall and shook his head. "Begging to be killed!"
To provoke the old man, Wang Xian did not even activate the grand formation on the city wall. Relying solely on half-unsealed physical strength, he reduced the flood dragon to ashes.
"You want to die?"
The old man suddenly let out a piercing laugh. "Boy, you're thinking too much... I'm going to break through this mighty pass, then attack the imperial city of Jinling and make you despair again and again!"
"Hahaha... That little worm was only an appetizer. If you want to die, it won't be that easy!"
"Enjoy your final moments..."
If it had been anyone else, the old man would have struck them down long ago.
However, after hearing that a great upheaval had occurred in the imperial city of Southern Border, he suddenly changed his mind.
The old man decided to first find the Grand General and Deputy Marshal Mu Wentian and ask them clearly whether they had received any news from the imperial city of Southern Border recently.
As for the young man atop the city wall, after suffering setbacks twice in succession, the old man decided to play cat and mouse with him and slowly torture him.
Until the very last moment, he would not deliver a killing blow.
Wang Xian froze for a moment, then gazed into the void and muttered, "I only have one question. Old man, what's your name? Whose master are you? Who's backing you?"
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