The hunched-back old man snorted coldly, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.
"You little brat, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit; if you had given me the beast essence earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this."
"This... Ow, old man, here, take it all, just give me the Antidote."
"Alright, come here."
The hunched-back old man answered crisply, but the malice in his eyes was as clear as day, even to a three-year-old child.
He was clearly a cold-blooded murderer, yet he purposely tried to appear as a philanthropist.
Chu Yi made every preparation; he gripped the Celestial Sword tightly, and about five meters from the hunched-back old man, the Celestial Sword turned into a streak of cold light charging at him.
"The light of cold steel flashes."
Chu Yi casually named the move, shouting loudly as he charged at the hunched-back old man.
"You despicable and sneaky villain..."
