Yan Jiuchao picked up a stone on the stone table and weighed it in his palm. "Old man, stop dawdling. If you want to fight, come out. If not, kneel down."
"How dare you!!!" The old man was furious to the extreme. After an angry shout, a powerful pressure swept out. At the same time, a shadow flew out of the central room. It was a white-haired old man. He was sitting in a wheelchair that landed heavily on the ground.
From his voice, he was at least seventy or eighty years old, but his appearance was as young as he had imagined. He seemed to be less than fifty. He looked at Yan Jiuchao angrily. Yan Jiuchao's young and handsome face and strong body made him narrow his eyes slightly.
Yan Jiuchao glanced at the wooden blocks by the wall and said, "Did you suck these people dry to help you extend your lifespan?" As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden blocks instantly turned back into skulls.
