This newly appeared old man still wore a full smile on his face, looking like a courteous old grandpa from next door, but at this moment, he was holding a bloody head in his hand.
The young man's eyes were filled with unyielding spirit. Even in his death, he couldn't comprehend how this old man managed to kill him in an instant.
"Today's youngsters, one by one, lack manners. Let me, an old man, help him so he can be reborn in his next life!"
Upon hearing the old man's smiling words, everyone present felt chilled to the bone, a sense of cold dread creeping down their spines.
Such casual disregard for human life, accompanied by light-hearted words, was truly horrifying.
"Scoundrel!"
The Yin Yang Feet, seeing their beloved disciple slain, could no longer hold back. With a loud shout, they abandoned Tie Wuqing and Qian Liuzhi, rushing ferociously towards the skinny old man.
