"Why don't you try and see? In my opinion, killing you is no different from slaughtering a dog!" Mu Feng made a throat-slitting gesture.
The old Daoist clutched his belly and roared with laughter, "You think too highly of yourself, kid. You might not know what kind of existence our Ancestor is. Even immortals would show our Ancestor some respect. What are you?"
The elder waved his hand and said, "Enough said. Little one, judging by your pure essence and blood, it should be exceptionally potent. I shall indulge myself with another person today!"
His saliva dripped out. In his eyes, Mu Feng was merely a delicacy that could extend his lifespan.
Mu Feng said coldly, "You're truly a dangerous individual. In that case, there's no need to keep you alive!"
The old Daoist pointed at Mu Feng's nose and cursed, "You dare to confront our Ancestor? Ancestor, please strike immediately and eliminate this ignorant fool!"
"Come here to me!" The elder spread his palm again.
A powerful suction force converged from all directions, attempting to pull Mu Feng in.
Mu Feng's brows furrowed. The terrifying nature of this force was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
The elder before him had refined the martial path to its absolute peak.
It could be said that this elder was undoubtedly the strongest person Mu Feng had ever met.
However, Mu Feng remained rooted to the spot, unmoving.
Despite the elder's immense power, he was still no match for Mu Feng.
He frowned, "How is this possible? Keep pulling!"
Mu Feng stood firm like an unmovable pine, his expression nonchalant.
The old Daoist's face gradually turned grim. Could this person's strength surpass their Ancestor? How was this possible?
He trembled with fear and even regretted whether his plan of using others to kill was the right choice.
If their Ancestor were to be defeated, his own life would be completely forfeit.
"No, no, how is this possible? How could the Ancestor be defeated? What am I thinking?" He immediately suppressed this thought.
"Keep pulling! I refuse to believe I can't draw you over!"
The elder was furious, his face utterly disgraced.
Mu Feng spread his arms and said with a light smile, "Go on, pull me! I'm standing here unmoving. What can you do to me?"
"Kid, I don't believe in evil! Keep pulling..." The elder's profound internal energy burned ferociously.
Mu Feng's clothes fluttered incessantly, and he began to tilt, seemingly about to be pulled by the immense suction force.
He snorted coldly and began to burn his internal energy as well, resisting the suction.
The elder had unleashed all his skills, yet he was still unable to overcome Mu Feng.
Mu Feng shook his head and mocked, "Not good enough. You old fellow should stay buried in the earth. Don't embarrass yourself here!"
"Little brat, I will kill you!" The elder was thoroughly provoked.
He extended his withered hands and fiercely jabbed towards Mu Feng.
"I'll poke you to death!"
Mu Feng's lips curved slightly. With a wave of his hand, over a dozen cold glints flew out.
The silver needles, like a storm of pear blossoms, attacked the elder in a carpet-like sweep.
*Bang, bang, bang.* The dozen explosions indicated the needles had failed to breach his defense.
"Is that all you've got, little brat? You've successfully angered me. Die!"
The elder closed the distance, his razor-sharp fingers piercing towards Mu Feng's neck.
Mu Feng struck out with a palm, sending the elder flying back more than ten meters, followed by another dozen cold glints.
The old Daoist exclaimed from the side, "Go, Ancestor! You must kill this kid!"
Mu Feng ignored him and pressed his advantage, his feet pushing off the ground as he leaped forward.
"I want you dead!" A black mist materialized from the elder's body and surged towards Mu Feng.
This black mist was filled with the aura of death; it seemed that contact meant certain death or severe injury.
Mu Feng dared not be careless and immediately evaded the attack of the black mist.
The elder joined his index and middle fingers, seemingly controlling the black mist from afar.
"Kid, stop struggling. I've killed more people than you've lived days. Killing you is as easy as pie!"
The old Daoist breathed a long sigh of relief. In his eyes, their Ancestor had gained the upper hand.
Killing this detestable young man was merely a matter of time.
Soon, the black mist enveloped Mu Feng's entire body with overwhelming force, rendering him immobile.
Seeing this, the old Daoist couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Little brat, do you see? This is my Ancestor's ultimate divine skill. You're nothing but a clown. Later, I'll make you kneel and apologize!"
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he found it somewhat amusing.
In truth, he was not restrained by the black mist, and he had not yet revealed his true strength.
He was merely curious about the elder's capabilities. If he wanted to take his life, he could do so without anyone knowing.
"You don't seriously think you've got me cornered, do you?" Mu Feng asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The old Daoist placed his hands behind his back and swaggered over, "Little brat, hand over the formula for the antidote immediately, or I can kill you right now. You'd better be sensible!"
His Ancestor, meanwhile, was narrowing his eyes, observing everything.
In the elder's view, Mu Feng was already like fish on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered at any moment.
"At your age, why are you so naive? Do you really think there's an antidote?" Mu Feng whispered.
The old Daoist faltered, asking somewhat confusedly, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"There is no antidote. You'll soon die of agonizing pain!" Mu Feng said dismissively.
"Heh, I just don't want the Ancestor to trouble himself. It's not that difficult for the Ancestor to save me!" the old Daoist scoffed.
Mu Feng sighed continuously, remaining silent.
"Why are you sighing, kid? Are you scared because you're facing death?" the old Daoist asked smugly.
He shook his head, "I'm just sighing because you're going to die. People like you are truly childish and ridiculous. But it doesn't matter if you die!"
"I'm going to die? This is my Ancestor's divine skill. Do you think you can break free from this restraint?"
"You're just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered now. I can end your life at any moment!"
The old Daoist extended his palm and made a few gestures in front of Mu Feng.
Then, what happened next was something that shocked him immensely.
With a loud *bang*, the black mist around Mu Feng was shattered by an inexplicable force.
The elder, who had been watching menacingly not far away, felt a sudden tightness in his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
His vision went black, and he directly fell to the ground. It took him a while to get back up.