The passerby's words instantly ignited the old man's fury. He seemed to be lashing out from humiliation, or perhaps desperately defending his sect's honor—or perhaps he feared that the one person who had finally come to inquire would be scared off by this passerby.
The passerby was startled by the old man's reaction as well. Once he recovered, his expression shifted slightly. With a cold snort, the spiritual energy within him surged, mysterious light spilling from his palm as he charged straight at the old man.
If this strike landed solidly, the old man would certainly die. The old man was merely at the Golden Core realm, while that man had already reached the Void Return realm. Crushing the old man would be as easy as crushing an ant.
On the road to the Sect Assembly, cultivators at his level were too numerous to count. Weaklings like the old man, on the other hand, appeared more like anomalies.
If the old man had been a citizen of the Great Feng Kingdom, perhaps he would not have dared to strike so freely. The Great Feng King might very well turn his blade upon people like them over an ordinary old man. But this old man happened to be from a sect. Within the sect world, the law of the jungle still prevailed; whoever had the bigger fist held the truth.
The old man's behavior had angered him. If he slapped the old man to death, surely no one would stand up for him.
The mysterious light raised a fierce gale. The attack came without warning and reached the old man in the blink of an eye. In everyone's eyes, that speed had already reached the utmost limit. Even if someone wanted to stop it now, it was absolutely too late.
Terror