Extreme Yin Old Devil covered the several-mile distance in just a few flashes, arriving a few dozen feet away from Xiao Yu. Then the black light around him faded, and he stopped.
"Brat, why aren't you running anymore? Planning to fight to the death? With those rubbish flying swords and those insects on you?"
Extreme Yin had been close to Xiao Yu when he released the Gold-Eating Insects, so he had seen everything.
Though Extreme Yin spoke that way, his powerful divine sense had not been idle. After meticulously searching the surroundings and finding no ambush, he relaxed inwardly and asked:
"Or did you give the treasure to that girl?" As he spoke, he glanced at Ling Yuling, who had already fled several miles away.
"You old bastard, being ugly isn't your fault, but coming out here to assault people's eyes certainly is." The moment Xiao Yu opened his mouth, he mocked Extreme Yin Old Devil's appearance.
"You! I guarantee your nascent soul will live for hundreds of years! I'll make you taste every method of torturing a nascent soul!"
The fury in Extreme Yin Old Devil's heart surged straight to the crown of his head. He could not remember how many years it had been since anyone had dared insult his appearance. In the past, everyone who had called him ugly had been sent into reincarnation. Now a mere Core Formation junior had mocked him to his face. He was about to strike, but the junior opposite him did something else that caught him off guard.
Xiao Yu continued:
"You ugly old fuck, stop probing. The stuff is on me. Come take it if you've got the ability!"
With that, Xiao Yu took out Red Flame Old Monster's black Storage Bag, waved it around, and put it away again.