Chapter 242 Negotiation

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.