C27 (2/2)

His turbid eyes swept across the Ming Yue members who were still eyeing him covetously. The old man laughed, ”In the beginning of the game, if you failed to touch me after every two breaths, I would take their lives. ”How about it, a race against life. Creative, right?”

”Old man, if you want to take our lives and negotiate the terms with the young master, don't even think about it. If you have the guts, just come at us!” A member of the Nethermoon Squad pointed his sword at the old man and roared.

”So noisy!” The slovenly old man snorted in disdain. After that, the member of the Nether Moon squad fell to the ground, with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

”Ah, fight it out with him!” Upon seeing his brother fall, the rest of the group instantly went into a rage. Even the usually calm Zhao Mo was starting to go crazy.

”Enough!” A loud shout silenced everyone. Little Tian Feng's expression was cold and his clear eyes contained traces of bloodlust. He stared at the slovenly old man and said coldly, ”Senior's idea is very good. However, I hope that senior can help me prepare for it. ”

”Good, good, good!” Hearing Little Tian Feng's agreement, the slovenly old man happily agreed. His wrinkled face was squeezed into a bun because of his smile. In everyone's eyes, he was a prideful demon who was about to receive food.

”Young Lord, let's fight it out with him. At worst, we'll just die.” When Little Tian Feng walked into the party, everyone gathered around him. Leng Ling's face was as cold as a piece of ice.

”Fight my ass, with that move of his just now, he can definitely wipe out all of us effortlessly.” Glaring fiercely at Leng Ling, Little Tian Feng gritted his teeth as he spoke.

”Then the young master is confident of meeting that old man.” Our lives are not enough, we just wish we could help the Young Master! ” Zhao Mo's face was filled with self-blame.

Would he have the chance to meet that unfathomable old man? Looking at himself, Little Tianfeng shook his head dejectedly. When one's strength had reached a certain point, one would simply find it difficult to cross that gap. How could he just go all out and accomplish that?

Although he did not have the slightest confidence, he still frowned and said softly, ”Since it has come to this, I can only make a move.” ”If you don't give it a try, how will you know that you won't make it?”

Half an hour later, on a hill, Little Tian Feng held the [Dark Moon Blade] in his hand, and a sharp aura continuously gathered around his body.

Five meters away from him, the slovenly old man sat down casually and scratched his messy hair. He asked somewhat excitedly, ”Kid, there's nothing special about this place that you've picked. Why are you bothering with that? ”Also, come come come come, just directly attack. Don't be afraid of hurting me, this old man.”

One strike only had one chance. If it didn't work, he wouldn't have the slightest chance!

For the first time, facing that old man who was simply unable to win in a battle, Little Tianfeng felt despair in his heart.

The heart of a powerhouse, the heart of a benevolent person, everything on the road of cultivation was thrown to the back of his mind. If there was no turning back in his mind in despair, then he would just exterminate him with a brilliant posture!

The blade of the Dark Moon that was tightly grasped in his right hand started to spin at a slow speed, until at a certain moment, a clear cracking sound came from the sword. Little Tian Feng's eyes widened, and his body seemed to instantly appear in front of the slovenly old man.

The extremely fast rotating Crescent Blade in his right hand mercilessly smashed at the old man who seemed to be unable to resist at all …