Angered to Death

The old man with a goatee stood on the stone platform as he clutched at his injured arm. He stared at Jiang Hao icily.

He was shocked. The young man in front of him had easily destroyed all his defenses. His strength was far beyond someone at the early stage of the Primordial Spirit Realm, but he realized that Jiang Hao was actually still at the early stage.

Jiang Hao had managed to injure him with just a casual strike. They were supposed to be at the same level. The old, white-haired man had burned all his life force, yet he wasn't even a match for Jiang Hao.

"Aren't you Jiang Hao?" he asked in confusion.

"I am," said Jiang Hao calmly.

"According to our investigation, Jiang Hao is twenty-three years old. Are you telling me you are of that age?"

It was impossible for someone so young to have reached the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Jiang Hao ignored the question. "Tell me why you are here."