Black mist came howling in.
Jiang Yuechu's face flickered in and out of view within the fog.
Her long right leg carved a phantom trail through space and lashed viciously down at the old man's head once more.
Faced with such a fierce assault.
The old man no longer intended to resist... Wang Canglan was already dead, and he had no desire to continue tangling with this girl.
Anger?
Perhaps.
But at his level, no emotion outweighed profit.
The girl before him had not only displayed the strength and talent to utterly crush Wang Canglan, but also a temperament that inspired astonishment.
If she could be used for his own purposes.
Perhaps she would make a more perfect vessel than Wang Canglan.
Though she was arrogant to the extreme, dreaming of making heaven bow its head.
Before absolute strength and rules, there had never been anyone in this world who truly refused to lower their head.
As long as she still wished to climb higher.
As long as she still craved greater power.
The old man smiled indifferently.
Watching the fierce whip kick split down toward him, his body suddenly became illusory.
"Since you have chosen this road, then prepare yourself."
His calm voice rang out amid the gale.
The old man's body was like a sand sculpture scattered by the wind.
It crumbled inch by inch.
Turning into countless fine golden motes that swept into the sky on the wind.
Boom!!!
Jiang Yuechu's whip kick missed.
Its violent force smashed savagely into the ground.
Jiang Yuechu stopped where she was.
She frowned at the golden motes scattering throughout the sky.
A trace of helplessness could not help rising in her heart.
Those old turtle bastards of the Chess-Player Realm... putting everything else aside, their ability to run away really