In the eyes of the world, Mr. Wang is like a saint, ethereal as a celestial being, with an immortal air, which is why he earned the name 'Old Immortal'.
But now, this 'Old Immortal', with a face flushed with anger, his eyes wide open.
"Good, good, good!" Mr. Wang shouted three times and said, "You've always been sharp-tongued and irritating since you were young, and I've long wanted to deal with you."
Mr. Wang tapped the tip of his toe lightly, and his whole body floated up as if aided by the wind, moving towards the Grand Elder.
A palm thrust out, and even from afar, one could feel the scorching heat, which would likely leave a mark if pressed against one's skin.
The Grand Elder's pupils shrank immediately, and his heart began pounding.
