Slaughter

"Time to die, old man!"

Ye Chen's expression was cold as he hurled a punch at the old man, who instinctively drew a dagger and placed it in front of his chest to block the blow. 

Bang!

Ye Chen's fist struck the dagger, producing a dull thud, as both combatants took a step back.

"You want to kill me? Dream on!"

The old man steadied himself and spun his dagger around, creating gusts of wind as he made a downward stab toward Ye Chen's neck!

He did not dare to hold back. If he did, his life would be in danger.

Ye Chen's gaze was solemn. Even after consuming the pills, there was not much true qi left in his dantian, so he had to end this fight quickly.

Moments later, the Dragonslayer Sword appeared in his hand out of thin air!

This scene stunned the old man. Where did that sword come from?

A sudden realization hit him, and he exclaimed, "Storage items! You actually have a storage item!"