Boom! Boom!
Explosions was happening across the entirety of the city, Wang Ling was running for the meantime and old Emissary was enjoying himself as he toyed Wang Ling.
"Haha, I don't know what custom this is but this is a good one. My dear successor, make sure you do not die. Oh, another one is incoming!" The Gray Figure was having fun as it watches the chaos unfolds.
Wang Ling was running around the city, he could quite clearly tell that this old man was an eighth meridian Immortal. Even if he unleashes his full might without fear of being detected by the Holy Race, he will still be unable to kill this old man unless he is prepared to exchange life for a life.
"Hmm, Young Immortal, are you just going to keep running away? Remember, unless you pass my test you will be the one paying for the damages inflicted on the city."