Nameless Old Man

"Ignorant junior, why haven't you offered up that green lotus? Do so, and this old man will spare your life." The old man's eyes shifted. With a cold snort, he moved his gaze from the green lotus to Ye Tian.

"You must know the might of this green lotus better than I do, Senior," Ye Tian said calmly, his expression unchanged as he stared at the old man.

The old man was clearly wary of breaking the rat's nest for fear of the porcelain; this green lotus must have something capable of threatening him. Yet he did not know that Ye Tian had no way of controlling the lotus. For now, Ye Tian could still bluff him and see whether he could muddle through.

"Hmph, so you are the sort who refuses to shed tears until he sees the coffin. Since you seek death, I shall grant it to you." The old man raised his brows, anger appearing on his face.

The old man glared at Ye Tian with ill intent. A strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his entire body instantly transformed into a streak of black radiance, charging at Ye Tian with unimaginable speed.

Ye Tian had dared make that decision because he had already made his calculations.

When the old man abruptly attacked, Ye Tian had long expected it. Without nearly a moment's hesitation, he used the spiritual power within him to backlash against his own body.

Ye Tian spat out a mouthful of blood. In the blink of an eye, that blood was about to splash onto the green lotus.

The old man's expression changed drastically at the sight, and he immediately halted his charge.

"Stop! Young friend, do not act rashly!" the old man hurriedly said. He instinctively retreated several steps, his eyes