Grandpa Niu was clearly nearing eighty, his body slightly stooped from the years that had weathered him.
But in that moment, a stunning aura of murderous intent rose from him!
It instantaneously enveloped Lao Ba and his group!
Lao Ba and his few underlings, having seen their fair share of blood, suddenly found their breath catch!
As if, this senior was a killing god who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
His murderous aura almost had substance!
They even smelled a faint scent of blood!
With a gulp!
Lao Ba swallowed nervously and instinctively stepped back.
Seeing Lao Ba and the others intimidated by an old man, Liu Ming was furious!
"What a bunch of garbage! To be frightened by a little old man selling egg pancakes! You might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes!"
Liu Ming's words left Lao Ba and his men feeling utterly ashamed!
