Black mist came howling toward him.
Jiang Yuechu's face flickered in and out of view within the mist.
Her long right leg trailed an afterimage that tore through the void as it lashed savagely down at the old man's head once more.
Faced with such a fierce assault.
The old man no longer intended to block... Wang Canglan was already dead, and he had no desire to keep tangling with this girl.
Anger?
Perhaps he felt some.
But at his level, no emotion outweighed self-interest.
The girl before him had not only displayed strength and talent that utterly eclipsed Wang Canglan's, but also an astonishing disposition.
If he could put her to use.
Perhaps she would make an even more perfect vessel than Wang Canglan.
Although her arrogance knew no bounds, and she even dreamed of making heaven kowtow.
Before absolute strength and the rules, there had never been anyone in this world who truly refused to bow.
As long as she still wanted to climb higher.
As long as she still yearned for greater power.
The old man smiled indifferently.
He watched the vicious whipping kick cleave down toward his head, and his body suddenly turned illusory.
"Since you've chosen this path, prepare yourself."
His calm voice rang out through the gale.
The old man's body was like a sand sculpture scattered by the wind.
It crumbled inch by inch.
It became countless tiny golden motes, swept toward the horizon by the wind.
Boom!!!
Jiang Yuechu's kick struck empty air.
Its violent force slammed hard into the ground.
Jiang Yuechu stopped where she stood.
She frowned, watching the golden motes scatter across the sky.
A measure of helplessness inevitably rose within her.
*Those old bastards in the Chessmaster Realm... never mind anything else, their ability to escape alone really