The one-armed elder's reaction was the same as Wang Zicheng's.
He stared at Heart Demon in surprise, only recovering his composure after a long while, asking, "How did you do it?"
Heart Demon raised an eyebrow and said, "This is my private business, isn't it improper for you to ask, elder?"
"Improper?"
The one-armed elder's eyes flashed with mockery; his imperial power, like a waterfall, swept down, instantly binding Qin Feiyang and Wang Zicheng's ten men.
Then.
The one-armed elder looked at Heart Demon with amusement, saying, "Is it proper now?"
"Elder, are you looking for trouble?"
A hint of hostility rose between Heart Demon's brows.
He was Heart Demon, the embodiment of all evil; making such a concession was already quite difficult.
Yet this one-armed elder showed no restraint, growing more audacious, nearly angering him.
The one-armed elder sneered, saying, "No, I'm not here to cause trouble; I'm ordered to kill you."
"Ordered?"
