"Humph, this! I can't tell you! We swore an oath!"

The old man snorted coldly, then walked towards Zhou Heng: "That's enough asking, you can go die now!"

"That may not be the case!"

At this time, Zhou Heng showed a smile on his face: "I want to take this spiritual vein back! In addition! I will take your life too!"

"Consider it as interest charged to you!"

"Oh? Boy, you don't think you can still fight me, do you?"

"Since you are so arrogant, I will let you feel my true strength!"

When the old man heard Zhou Heng's words, he felt like he was hearing a joke.

He took a step back, then spread his hands, ready to launch another mental attack on Zhou Heng.

"You don't know, the same attack, if used on me, won't cause any harm a second time!"

Zhou Heng sneered and advanced instead of retreating.

He confronted the old man directly: "Well, I will try my attack and see how well you can withstand it!

"Your strength! Even if you exert your full strength, I don't care!"

The old man looked at Zhou Heng and laughed out loud.

“Go to hell!”

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and punched the old man.

The old man doesn't care at all.

In his opinion, Zhou Heng was just a master of fusion.

Even real demons have their limits.

"Tiger Roar!"

He was not idle either, and he let out a roar that shook the sky.

"roar!"

“Boom…”

This time, he also used all his strength.

Shouted a voice.

With this shout, the entire space shook.

There was a feeling of crumbling.

Zhou Heng's face flushed red when he was yelled at...