"Die!"
Jin Ren asked a question, then immediately pointed a Finger Sword.
He couldn't let anyone suspected of being Dao Qiongcang chat with him and sabotage his plan.
Swish!
The sword light swept through the air.
Just when it was about to land, the elders stumbled, their body staggered, and the sword light did not pierce their heart but only cut the rope tying wood to their shoulder.
"Ouch."
The elders cried out in pain and fell to the ground, scattering wood everywhere.
Lying prostrate as if crippled, they looked at the bloody wound on the shoulder, their face full of sorrow, and lamented:
"Life is rough, and people's hearts are hard to fathom. As fellow cultivators, the old man is seventy, has accomplished nothing, and yet you won't even spare an old man?"
Jin Ren sneered coldly.
Which genuine old man could evade the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword?
Which genuine old man, after being attacked, wouldn't be fearing but making such laments?
