"Who are you?"
Chen Shi'an quickly looked the old man over and asked in a low voice.
The old man snorted softly. "You have no right to know my identity. Besides, you're about to be a dead man. What good would knowing do you?"
As his words fell, he darted forward, but his targets were not Chen Shi'an, but the three horses nearby.
Reaching the three horses, the old man struck repeatedly with his palms.
Three piercing cries rang out. The horses flew sideways one after another and crashed heavily to the ground, each with its skull shattered by a single palm strike, killed on the spot.
Chen Shi'an frowned, killing intent rising in his heart.
He had never expected the old man in blue to attack the three horses and had no time to stop him.
These three horses had carried him for days and nights, toiling without complaint. Their contribution had been immense.
Seeing them die before his eyes like this, he could not help feeling some guilt.
So the old bastard before him had to die, to accompany these three horses to the grave.
When the old man attacked, powerful fluctuations of Origin Force had surged from his body. In all likelihood, his cultivation was at Fourth Grade.
Even so, he still had to die.
Having easily slaughtered the three horses, the old man clearly felt much better. He snorted. "These three beasts made me chase them all this way. Death was too good for them!"
With that, he walked slowly up to Chen Shi'an. "All right. Your turn."
Chen Shi'an raised his eyelids slightly. "Old ghost, you wouldn't even spare the horses. You're the one death is too good for."
As his words fell, he darted forward, charging toward the old man.
"A mere Second Grade