Heavenly War God

The old man's mind was set and he nodded lightly. He reached out his hand and a purple flame floated towards the tanned man.    

    

The tanned man was wrapped by the net and could not move at all. He could only close his eyes and wait for death.    

    

At this time, a golden light floated towards the purple flame and instantly swallowed the old man's purple flame before disappearing.    

    

Before the old man could recover from his shock, Shen Yih stepped forward and said in a clear voice, Shen Yih!" Hello, my cute Rakshasa old man!"    

    

Shen Yih had witnessed everything that had happened in the past few days, so he had long seen through the identity of the old man.    

    

The old man turned around and saw Shen Yih. He looked at Shen Yih in surprise.    

    

He had never thought that Shen Yih was actually a hidden expert.    

    

After that, the old man became furious and made up his mind. Since his identity had been exposed, those who had discovered his identity could not stay.    

    

Shen Yih continued with a smile, "Or perhaps. . . It can be said that my cute old man, the descendant of Lordan!"    

    

The old man was even more shocked. What kind of background did this kid have to investigate his identity so clearly?    

    

Fine, since that's the case, then I can't let you stay.    

    

The old man said angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? My serious Asura Clan. . . What messy Rakshasa clan, what Lordan's descendant, I don't know anything about them!"    

    

As the old man spoke, he paced towards Shen Yih.    

    

When Shen Yih attacked just now, the old man knew that this person's cultivation was very high.    

    

If he couldn't hit him in one hit, he would cause endless trouble.    

    

Shen Yih saw through the old man's thoughts in an instant, and just stood there calmly.    

    

The tanned man was tied up in the net. He couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.    

    

He remembered that for the sake of wealth and glory, Shen Yih had pledged his allegiance to the Asura Race. Now, why did he fall out with this old man?    

    

Also, back then, Shen Yih couldn't even cross a mere swamp, and he had to rely on himself to barely make it through. But now, the cultivation had become so tall.    

    

All of the questions were piled up in the tanned man's mind.    

    

Only, for the time being, no one could answer his questions.    

    

When he was less than five meters away from Shen Yih, the old man suddenly launched an attack. Two purple flames floated towards Shen Yih.    

    

The tanned man could not help but shout, "Be careful!"    

    

Shen Yih was not in a hurry. He even took the time to look at the tanned man.    

    

The purple flame could not enter Shen Yih's body at all.    

    

The old man was even more shocked than before. He seemed to mutter to himself, "The iron shirt is the heaviest, and the iron shirt is the heaviest! Who exactly are you? "    

    

In this contest, only then did the old man realize that his all-out attack, in Shen Yih's eyes, was just like a child playing house.    

    

But Shen Yih was so young, how could he have such a high level of cultivation?    

    

The old man thought to himself. Could this person be the youngest and most talented Asura Clan Prince, Prince Xie Jin?    

    

If it really was him, then it meant that his plan had already been exposed.    

    

"Sigh!" The old man let out a long sigh, sinking into an endless sense of loss.    

    

He had thought that he could rely on his own strength to defeat the Asura Race.    

    

But in front of this young master, his cultivation was like a cultivation. A child who had just learned military boxing wanted to show his father some skills.    

    

"Stop! Since my identity has been exposed, it seems like the heavens are not protecting my Rakshasa Clan"    

    

After saying that, the old man reached out his palm and slapped his own skull.    

    

Shen Yih hurriedly made a move and tapped lightly, causing the old man's hands to stop moving.    

    

The old man looked at Shen Yih angrily and said, "You destroyed my Rakshasa Clan. Today, a debt of blood cannot be repaid. I only ask for death!"    

    

Shen Yih said lightly, "No rush, no rush!"    

    

It seemed that this Asura youth wanted to slowly torture him.    

    

As the old man thought of the Asura Race's methods of torture, he couldn't help but tremble.    

    

The old man's expression was savage. It seemed he wanted to scatter his cultivation. The old man was already old. If it weren't for the cultivation holding him up, he would have died long ago.    

    

Shen Yih knew what the old man was thinking. Before the old man could unleash his power, he said, "Your death will naturally be resolved. But have you ever thought that it would be a pity for you to give up after setting up such a trap for so long? "    

    

"So what if it's a pity? So what if it's not a pity? "    

    

Although the old man said so, if the plan that he poured half of his heart's blood into was ruined just like that, his heart still ached endlessly.    

    

Shen Yih did not answer him and continued. "Also, your ancestor, Luo Erdan, is a brave warrior. If he sees you like this today, how will you face him in the underworld?"    

    

"You. . . You. . . You. . . Who are you?" The old man looked at Shen Yih, finding it hard to believe that Shen Yih knew everything about him, even the identity of his ancestor.    

    

Shen Yih didn't answer, but asked instead. "First, tell me your relationship with the Asura Race! Also, where is the Asura Arena that the Asura Race is hiding in? "    

    

Before the old man knew Shen Yih's identity, he would never tell him the information he knew easily.    

    

Seeing Shen Yih ask the question, the old man turned his head proudly.    

    

The old man's hands were nailed in the air by Shen Yih, and he could not move at all. Now that he had turned his head and his beard was still moving, Shen Yih almost laughed out loud.    

    

Only now did the tanned man gradually come back to his senses. He looked at Shen Yih blankly and asked, "What on earth is going on? Who are you?"    

    

Shen Yih said lightly. "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that I have the same goal as you!"    

    

"What is your goal?" The tanned man felt uncomfortable being tied up. He twisted and asked.    

    

Before Shen Yih could speak, the old man was the first to speak. "Idiot, didn't you notice that he is also here to look for the Asura Race? Idiot of the Fishmen Race, not even his enemies can recognize him for revenge! "    

    

The tanned man said angrily, "The matter between you and me isn't over yet. Grandpa can't be bothered with you. "    

    

By now, the tanned man was already very clear about it. Regardless of whether this old man was a member of the Rakshasa Race or not, he was definitely not a member of the Asura Race.    

    

However, the tanned man had fought twice and been captured twice, using the same method. This made him very unhappy.    

    

Shen Yih ignored the argument between the two and said indifferently, "I came here to search for the Asura Race. Although the reason is different from yours, my goal is no different from yours. "    

    

The old man looked at Shen Yih with a playful look. "Oh?"    

    

He was skeptical.    

    

Shen Yih said to the dark skinned man, "The Murlocs have a Most Valuable Treasures that fell into the hands of the Asura Race, right?"    

    

The tanned man looked at Shen Yih in surprise and thought, What kind of monster is this? How does he know everything?    

    

However, he still pretended to be indifferent and said indifferently, "What Most Valuable Treasures? Why don't I know?"    

    

Shen Yih saw the tanned man deny it and smiled playfully. "As a warrior of the merfolk race, you don't even know about your Most Valuable Treasures, the Purification Scripture. Aren't you a bit too lousy?"