Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

The withered old man suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, and a mouthful of fresh blood rushed to his throat. With a sweet taste in the throat, the blood was spat out from his mouth.

"Mi Tao, goddamn it, I'm going to kill you," the withered old man roared.

All of a sudden.

The withered old man's aura started to climb rapidly as swirls of Demonic Qi coiled around his entire body. His lifeless eyes instantly turned blood red, and his withered old face was immediately enveloped by rolling clouds of Demonic Qi.

"Mi Tao, you're forcing my hand."

The withered elder spoke with Demon Sound, filling the entire third floor with this trembling tone.

Meanwhile, Mi Tao didn't respond, as if he felt that no time was the right time to speak.

Once again, Mi Tao wound up his fist and started hammering away.

However, this time it wasn't as easy as before.

He threw a punch.

But the withered old man didn't dodge anymore.

He lifted a hand surrounded by Demonic Qi and easily caught Mi Tao's incoming punch.

The next moment.

The withered old man gave a gentle flick, and Mi Tao was flung away.

In an instant, Mi Tao felt his body being thrown like a cannonball and immediately felt a turbulent surge in his chest; a large mouthful of fresh blood was expelled from his mouth.

All of a sudden, Mi Tao looked at the withered old man in shock, unable to believe what just happened.

At this moment, the withered old man seemingly had no intention of giving Mi Tao a chance to catch his breath.

In a flash, he rushed towards Mi Tao, who was lying on the ground, and swung his hand down towards Mi Tao's head.

Mi Tao immediately felt a huge pressure.

Seeing the Demonic Qi-enveloped fist, Mi Tao was unable to muster the spiritual power to dodge.

Mi Tao was both surprised and astonished; he had no idea how this seemingly dying old man had become so powerful in such a short span of time.

"Die..." muttered the withered old man.

"Hold it!" Zhu Bufan shouted, "Old man, if you move again, I'll kill your grandson and leave you without descendant."

Unbeknownst to anyone, Zhu Bufan had brought Duan Xiaowu to the battle scene between Mi Tao and the withered elder.

When the withered elder followed the sound and saw, a folded spring knife was already placed on his grandson Duan Xiaowu's neck, with blood already faintly seeping out from the blade.

Originally, the withered old man's plan was to dispose of Mi Tao in one fell swoop and then to go after Zhu Bufan to save his grandson Duan Xiaowu.

The withered old man thought that since Zhu Bufan hadn't killed his grandson for so long, he must be hesitant, thus concluding that Zhu Bufan wouldn't act so hastily.

But to his surprise, Zhu Bufan brought his own grandson over to his side; if he made another move, Zhu Bufan would undoubtedly not hesitate to slit his grandson's throat.

The withered old man watched in great urgency.

"You little bastard, let go of my grandson," the withered elder stopped and stared at Zhu Bufan, yelling.

"Old bastard, order your men to stand down," Zhu Bufan said firmly without showing any weakness.

"You..." The eyes of the withered elder were shooting fire.

"Whimper... Grandpa, save me..." Duan Xiaowu cried out loudly.

He had already felt the folded spring knife in Zhu Bufan's hand penetrate his flesh; he was truly scared.

"Hurry it up, or I'm really going to start throwing punches," Zhu Bufan urged.

At this moment, Mi Cai had already run out and helped Mi Tao to his feet.

"Dad, are you okay?" Mi Cai asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Mi Tao waved off her concern.

The two walked over to Zhu Bufan's side.

The gaunt old man really wanted to slap this little bastard Zhu Bufan to death right now.

"Everybody stop!" the gaunt old man bellowed.

Immediately, everyone who was still fighting stopped in their tracks and returned to their respective sides.

But after a short while, the standoff between the two sides occurred again.

However, at this point, both sides had suffered injuries, and there weren't many left.

On the gaunt old man's side, besides himself, there were now only the man in the black robe and two burly men left.

As for Zhu Bufan's side, there were Mi Tao, Mi Cai, Anu, Wu Fan, and Xiao Ying.

The rest had perished in the chaos of battle.

"You little bastard, release my grandson right now, or I'll tear you apart," the gaunt old man threatened with a ferocious gleam in his eyes.

"Old bastard, I really can't let your grandson go now," Zhu Bufan replied.

"You... are looking for death." The gaunt old man's face turned vicious, and he instantly prepared to charge at Zhu Bufan.

The man in the black robe and others were ready to join in, too.

Zhu Bufan's group also readied themselves for the fight.

"Old bastard, come at me again, and I won't be nice," Zhu Bufan quickly shouted, his grip on the small knife tightening.

"Oww, it hurts, Grandpa... save me..." Duan Xiaowu cried out.

The gaunt old man ready to charge over immediately stopped in his tracks, hastily halting the man in the black robe and others.

"Kid, what in the world do you want?" the gaunt old man finally eased his tone.

"What do I want? Obviously, to get out of here! Did you think I wanted to stay for dinner?" Zhu Bufan retorted.

The gaunt old man immediately understood that he was being asked to let them go.

"Fine, release my grandson and I will let you leave," the gaunt old man said.

Zhu Bufan was doing this because he had keenly felt the spiritual power of the gaunt old man becoming incredibly strong.

It was just now that he had defeated Mi Tao, a formidable opponent so easily. If Zhu Bufan hadn't intervened in time, Mi Tao might have already been on his way to meet King Yan by now.

If their strongest, Mi Tao, couldn't beat the gaunt old man, who else could? So Zhu Bufan had to use the brat Duan Xiaowu to get out of this situation.

Zhu Bufan was also secretly relieved that he had not impulsively killed Duan Xiaowu when he had the chance.

"Who knows if you old bastard will keep your word, so I'm not releasing your precious grandson until after I've left," Zhu Bufan said.

"Don't get greedy." At this moment, the man in the black robe spoke up.

"Shut it! Who gave you the right to speak? I'm talking to the old bastard here, what are you butting in for?" Zhu Bufan snapped irritably at the man in the black robe.

"You..." The man in the black robe glared at Zhu Bufan with clenched teeth, clearly fighting the urge to dismember him on the spot.

But after glimpsing the gaunt old man's terrifyingly grim face, he cooled down and shut his mouth!

On Zhu Bufan's side, not a single person intervened, as they seemed to have noticed the change in the gaunt old man and knew that if they tried to force the issue right there and then, they would be annihilated. So, they let Zhu Bufan do all the talking, consciously forming a tight ring around him.