With his body on fire, the elderly man rolled around on the ground, not caring about his image, until the soil and sand put out the fire. He then got up, panting heavily. The pain from the kick to his back now spread to his chest, and he had a trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his lips.
He retreated in horror, looking terrified at the bearded man in a black robe who was approaching step by step. "What...what do you want to do?"
"Kill you." Xuanyuan Mo Ze declared with an indifferent expression. Just as the elderly man was shocked, the air currents that Xuanyuan Mo Ze had gathered in his hand shot through the elderly man's Dantian and destroyed it in one strike.
"Ugh!"
Death struck so suddenly that he didn't have time to beg for mercy or scream in terror. Only a grunt was heard as the elderly man's body shook and he dropped to his knees in front of Xuanyuan Mo Ze. Finally, his head slumped and he silently swallowed his last breath.
