"A spatial ring!"
Seeing the Scarlet Sky Sword that appeared out of nowhere in Michael's hand, the old man squinted slightly, not too surprised. Apparently, it was not his first time encountering such a situation where a weapon spontaneously appeared in the opponent's hand.
However, when he sensed a piercingly sharp aura emanating from Michael, his expression instantly changed, a sense of alarm rising within him.
Swish!
Michael didn't give him any time to ponder, his Scarlet Sky Sword, like thunderbolts, pierced towards the old man's forehead.
"You are courting death, lad?"
The old man hadn't expected Michael to disregard the hand reaching for his head and instead thrust his sword into his forehead, threatening his life!
The reason he said Michael was courting death was that he had absolute confidence that before his opponent's sword pierced his forehead, he would first crush his opponent's head.