The Three Doors

"Hoho." Varian rubbed the soft white beard on his chin and laughed softly, like a grandpa witnessing his grandson's prank.

"Do you understand words or need to be taught by my fist?" The skinny guy staggered forward, resembling a complete drunkard.

His bloodshot eyes and pale face caused Varian to wonder if he was a ghost.

"Lower your head!" The skinny guy growled.

His team of four high level 7s died in the forest, but they only managed to inflict normal injuries on the beast.

In the end, he sacrificed his attack treasure and killed the beast. But the price was a heavy drain on his chi and vitality.

He likely lost five years of his lifespan. But without the treasure, he'd have died.

That's why…

"Give the treasure and I won't bother you." He repeated again, but this time, locked his aura onto Varian.

Boom!

The air shook and a heavy pressure descended on the old man.