The old woman drifted down onto the restaurant's top floor with four Black-Robed Men and said icily, "You're courting death!"
Yi Chen lazily whistled toward the sky, then headed out of the restaurant.
The four Black-Robed Men hesitated before following him. Yi Chen stopped, tilted his head at them, and said with a grin, "What, still worried I'll run away? I have no interest in taking your lives."
The old woman said icily, "If you don't surrender meekly, I won't mind killing you... We aren't afraid of the forces behind you. Those villains may be powerful, but all we need to do is destroy their foundations."
Yi Chen shrugged and shook his head. "Hmm, you old hag. Do you have a death wish?"
The old woman roared in fury. A red light flashed, and a terrifying torrent of heat erupted. Yi Chen raised a ball of flame to block the red light, then casually tossed the flame aside and said with a grin, "Hmm, that looks like a nice toy. Give it to me."
The old woman cried out in astonishment, "How is that possible? Who are you?"
Yi Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened, and fire flashed repeatedly in his hand. The old woman grunted as agonizing pain tore through her chest, and a jet of blood burst from her mouth. She staggered back seven steps before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor.
With slow, steady steps, Yi Chen approached the old woman. He reached out and pressed his hand against her cheek, examining her closely. "You aren't much of a fighter, are you?"
The old woman wished she could die of shame. Her muscles trembled violently, the wrinkles on her forehead deepened, and she already felt a trace of death's presence enveloping her body.
Her eyes brimmed