The two quickly approached the ancient castle of the Liu Family.
The fierce fight between the two feudal lords was still intense.
Suddenly, a figure burst out from behind a collapsed wall, wielding a knife towards Lu Yan.
Lu Yan quickly retreated, leaving the old man in front.
The old man slightly hummed through his nose, and with a grab, he punctured the chest of the attacker, removed the still-beating heart, and crushed it with his bare hand.
"So ruthless, his methods are just like those of Martial Spirits. Being targeted by him would spell more danger than fortune. I wonder what my chances of success would be if I were to attack him now."
As Lu Yan stared at the back of the old man's head, a flash of murder intent crossed his eyes, but was quickly hidden.
He couldn't risk it.
The old man was too inscrutable; the gap between them was too wide. Even a surprise attack seemed unlikely to succeed. Instead, it was best to bide his time and wait for a better opportunity.