The smile on the old man's face froze. He spun around and stared in horror at Xiao Yan, who had returned after leaving.
"You... you didn't leave?"
Xiao Yan slowly stepped out of the shadows, a warm smile on his face.
"If I'd left, how would I have discovered your little trick, old sir?
You aren't exactly an honest businessman!"
"You... what nonsense are you spouting! We both agreed to the deal. How was I dishonest?"
The old man's face alternated between livid and pale, his eyes filled with suspicion and dread.
He couldn't understand it. He had clearly checked and confirmed that the other party had left.
How had he managed to reappear behind him without a sound?
Why hadn't his Soul Perception detected a thing?
Xiao Yan, however, could no longer be bothered to waste words on him.
The old man was no saint either. Since he refused to cooperate honestly, Xiao Yan would just have to return to his old trade of murder and arson!
As luck would have it, his current identity was Li Feiyu, the killer and arsonist!
Boom!
Dou Qi erupted, shattering the shop's already dilapidated tables and chairs.
Unwilling to surrender without a fight, the old man swept out his withered palm, sending a fierce blast of ice Dou Qi straight at Xiao Yan's throat!
His expression was grave. He dared not hold anything back.
Although he had once been a Dou Emperor, Queen Medusa's seal had reduced his strength to roughly that of a Dou Ling.
Unless he went all out, he had no chance of escaping this mysterious black-robed man's grasp!
"Good."
Xiao Yan chuckled. Neither dodging nor retreating, he met the attack with an equally simple punch.
Yet the instant fist met palm, Xiao Yan realized with surprise that the