Su Yueli let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
The old man's withered figure slowly emerged behind her. His wrinkled, mummified face pressed close to her ear, every breath he exhaled carrying a thick stench of decay.
"Young one, you are quite bold."
The old man stared at Su Yueli's cold and unyielding face, cruelty and greed flickering in his eyes. "Not only did you destroy this old man's sect, you even want to use this old remnant of mine as a whetstone for your climb to the peak?"
Su Yueli's throat was gripped tight. The suffocating sensation and the agony of her Divine Soul being torn apart struck at once, yet her brilliant eyes remained exceptionally calm.
"Old bastard, you should have been buried long ago."
Su Yueli forcibly endured the deathly aura rampaging through her body, and even curled her lips into a cold smile. "You forced your way out of your coffin. How much lifespan do you have left? Ten minutes? Or fifteen? If you kill me, you will not survive either."
She was gambling—gambling on this old monster's desperate thirst for immortality.
Those undead old freaks who had crawled out of tales of eternal life feared death most of all, and calculated gains and losses most carefully.
At her words, an imperceptible flicker passed through the old man's blood-red eyes.
Su Yueli keenly caught it. She continued transmitting her voice through divine sense, her words striking straight into the old man's sea of consciousness. "If you stop now, I can use the Life Law I just comprehended to extend your lifespan by a hundred years."
"A hundred years is enough for you to seek divine medicine anew, or establish another sect. If you insist on fighting me to the death, then even