The old man gasped, "Who exactly are you? Who are you? Your cultivation... ngh, I can feel it. You're stronger than me, far stronger. Ngh, you..."
Yi Chen smiled faintly. "Your guess is right. I do have the strength of a Peak Douluo, and even among Peak Douluos, I should rank among the very best. Still, I'm much too young. My spiritual power may be substantial, but unfortunately, it still can't match some of those old fellows who've cultivated for thousands of years. Heh."
The old man's expression changed drastically. He stared hard at Yi Chen and murmured, "No wonder I'm no match for you at all. You... your strength is beyond anything I imagined..."
He suddenly demanded sharply, "Are you from the Spirit Hall? You, you're..."
The old man's heart was already a sea of crashing waves. He had recognized Yi Chen's attire and understood where he came from.
Yi Chen shook his head. "The Spirit Hall? They aren't worthy!" He looked coldly at the old man. "Who exactly are you? Are you the leader of the Fallen Ones, or do you belong to some other organization?"
The old man's expression shifted unpredictably, as though he were caught in a terrible internal struggle.
Yi Chen sighed. "Well, since you refuse to speak..." He raised his fist, preparing to beat the old man until his soul scattered into oblivion-he had no interest in keeping an enemy he had to eliminate by his side, especially in such chaotic times. If he kept a formidable enemy nearby and the man harbored some malicious intent... Yi Chen knew perfectly well that he was no match for this old man.
The old man suddenly looked up at Yi Chen, a strange light flickering in his eyes. "You won't kill me?"
Yi Chen nodded. "Because