At the sight, Tie Zhu straightened up, eyes wide and unblinking, uncertainty written all over his face. "Am I seeing things, Dad? Did Second Uncle just use my ability?"
"As the old saying goes, even brothers should keep their accounts straight, let alone an uncle and nephew like us."
His eyes darted about, full of schemes. "It's not that your son is stingy. Second Uncle's behavior is outright theft. Other thieves at least need some sleight of hand, but he can steal your stuff just by looking at you a few times. We'd better watch out. We have to hide the Old Jiang Family's inheritance well!"
The veins in Jiang Chen's forehead throbbed. "How about I die right now and leave you the inheritance ahead of schedule?"
Tie Zhu immediately realized he had accidentally spoken his mind and hurriedly gave an ingratiating smile. "Family assets, family assets! Heh, well, Dad, you're getting on in years. You must have misheard."
Jiang Chen kicked him, and Tie Zhu obligingly flew sideways, crashing through a patch of tropical trees more than ten meters tall.
Ahead of them, Nan Zhensu, the Heavenly Dao Society's steward, watched with a twitch at the corner of his eye. A trace of gloom finally appeared on his perpetually expressionless face.
They were fooling around like this, seemingly paying him no mind at all.
Perhaps his judgment had been wrong. King Chen might truly be an unfathomable old monster!
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiao Chen attacked fiercely once again, striding toward the last living fossil, who specialized in the Talisman Dao.
"Enough!"
Nan Zhensu spoke coldly.
Yet the other man did not even pause in his stride. Holding his pitch-black broadsword, he suddenly slashed at the Talisman Dao expert.
"I said, enough!" His grim voice exploded through the void like rolling