"Vanish from the face of the earth?"
However, upon hearing Xiao Qianrang's furious voice, Chen Fei merely smiled faintly. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, which were as black and clear as glass. "You?" he said. "Sorry, but I really don't believe you have that kind of power. Why don't you give it a try instead of just running your mouth?"
"You bastard, you're courting death!" Hearing the disdain and mockery in Chen Fei's voice, the condescending Xiao Qianrang became enraged.
"Heh. Young man, it's not good to be so aggressive."
Just then, a hoarse, elderly voice sounded out, and a decrepit old man appeared above in Chen Fei's line of sight.
He looked to be in his eighties or nineties, with white hair, withered skin, and hands as thin as chicken claws. His eyes, however, held an inexplicable and unfathomable danger. He appeared slowly, his ancient face bearing a faint smile as he gazed at Chen Fei.
"Third Master."
