"Three hundred moves? Heh, who do you think you are?"
"Di Cang?"
"Hmph, even if Di Cang were here, he wouldn't dare boast so shamelessly!"
The old man laughed in extreme anger. "Brat, if you don't kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy today, I'll grind you to dust!"
"Come on!"
Xiao Yan stretched out his right hand and crooked a finger, his face still wearing a careless smile.
He took the Mystic Iron Ruler off his shoulder and gave it a casual swing, slicing a crack through the void.
"Old fossil, cut the crap."
"If you want to fight, then fight. I still have to get on the road after this."
The old man's expression darkened completely.
The Epoch Imprint around his body began flashing madly.
An utterly terrifying aura erupted from within him!
That aura was more than twice as powerful as it had been before the Heavenly Dao Ranking!
This was his true strength!
The boost born of rage!
Now, he had something to show!
"Brat, did you think that was all of my strength earlier?"
The old man's voice was cold and smug.
"I've lived for billions upon billions of years. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. How could a green little brat like you possibly fathom me?"
"At the Heavenly Dao Ranking earlier, I merely had my reservations, which was why I didn't strike with my full strength."
"Now, this place is deserted. Killing you will be as easy as crushing an ant!"
Watching the old man's aura soar, a flicker of seriousness finally passed through Xiao Yan's eyes.
"Oh, so you really were holding something back?"
He tilted his head, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"But... this is what makes it interesting."
"Old bastard, come on. Let me