Peng Chan still wanted to stick to his own ideas. If he wanted to kill Yu Su, he would die.
As for Sacred Blood, he would deal with it in the future.
Yu Su smiled. "I choose to die of old age."
Naturally, dying of old age was something everyone would experience.
After cultivating, metaphysical masters might live for a few hundred more years, but they would still die.
"You're stalling time again!"
Peng Chan sneered. "Let me tell you, no matter how much you delay, those rescuers won't come."
Sacred Blood had already made plans to control the situation.
Yu Su thought of something and looked at Peng Chan. "In order to delay the rescue team, you set fire to the forest?"
"Hahaha…"
Peng Chan nodded. "Of course, not only the forest, but we also burned the residential area. The nearest rescue team will take more than half an hour to arrive. By the time they arrive, you'll be long dead."
