The old man was instantly enraged by Qin Ze's tone. A powerful force emanated from his body, forcing the surrounding soldiers to their knees. All the soldiers felt the terrifying aura emanating from the old man, and a strong sense of shock and awe welled up in their hearts.

"This...what power this is!" a soldier stammered, his voice filled with obvious fear.

"Could this old man be a legendary deity?" Another soldier's mouth gaped open, his face filled with horror.

"My God, I have never felt such pressure!" someone whispered in a trembling voice, as if they were tightly bound by an invisible force.

The soldiers' faces were filled with shock, respect, and even fear. They deeply felt the immense pressure emanating from the old man, an unbelievable presence that surpassed their previous understanding. Before him, they felt as insignificant as dust.

Qin Ze felt that powerful force, but his face remained expressionless.

The old man, mistaking Qin Ze for someone who was frightened, burst into laughter. He said smugly, "You brat from another world, if you kneel down and beg, perhaps I will be magnanimous and spare your life."

Qin Ze's brow twitched slightly. He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes fixed on the old man, without uttering a single unnecessary word. The imposing aura emanating from the old man, though powerful, seemed insignificant in Qin Ze's eyes.

Qin Ze calmly beckoned to the old man with his finger, as if signaling him to attack. Enraged by Qin Ze's taunt, the old man roared and launched a fierce attack on Qin Ze without hesitation.

The old man was incredibly fast, moving like lightning, and in an instant he was in front of Qin Ze, swinging his fists fiercely at him. However, Qin Ze showed no sign of retaliating; he easily dodged the old man's attacks, his movements as agile as a swallow darting through the air.

The old man's attacks were relentless, but they seemed unable to touch Qin Ze's body, as if he were attacking a gust of wind. Qin Ze maintained a calm smile on his face. His agility and reaction speed left the soldiers present dumbfounded, feeling an unprecedented shock.

This scene gradually made the old man anxious. He had been full of confidence, but he found that he seemed unable to find even the slightest flaw in Qin Ze's defense. The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and the duel was gradually heating up.

The old man's attacks on Qin Ze intensified, as he continuously swung his fists, unleashing tremendous power. However, Qin Ze merely dodged, showing no sign of retaliating. Qin Ze's movements were incredibly agile, like a leaf dancing in the wind, effortlessly avoiding each attack.

The old man's anger gradually turned into anxiety; he felt as if he were trapped in an inescapable predicament. His attacks became faster and more powerful, but he couldn't touch Qin Ze's body, as if he were attacking a phantom.

Qin Ze's expression remained calm, a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he were laughing at the old man's incompetence. The soldiers watching were all shocked; they couldn't believe their eyes. This young man from another world could so easily dodge the old man's attacks—it was simply unbelievable.

The old man's attacks grew increasingly ferocious; his fists exploded like cannonballs, filling the air with crackling sounds and whistling wind. However, Qin Ze remained calm and graceful as he dodged, like a nimble butterfly flitting among flowers, easily avoiding each deadly attack.

Beads of sweat glistened on the old man's forehead; his breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently. He began to realize that this young man from another world was far more complex than he appeared. Qin Ze's strength far exceeded his expectations, not only in speed and agility, but also in an indescribable power.

Qin Ze's eyes sharpened further; he seemed to have completely grasped the old man's attack pattern. Every time the old man's fist approached, Qin Ze was able to precisely find the best moment to dodge, as if he had foreseen everything.

The soldiers held their breath, filled with admiration and awe. It was an incredible duel; a young man from another world had withstood the fierce attack of the empire's strongest warrior with unparalleled elegance and skill.

The old man finally felt exhausted; his attacks gradually subsided and eventually stopped. He was panting heavily, his legs trembling, and he could no longer stand. Qin Ze stood there quietly, watching the old man kneel on the ground, his expression still indifferent, revealing not a trace of joy.

Qin Ze mocked the old man, asking if he was only capable of this much. His voice was full of sarcasm, as if he were laughing at the old man's weakness. Upon hearing this, the old man was enraged, his eyes flashing with burning resentment, vowing to kill Qin Ze.

Gathering his power once more, the old man's aura surged, and the surrounding air seemed to tense with his rage. He stepped forward, charging towards Qin Ze like a storm, his fists carrying an indescribable ferocity.

However, Qin Ze still managed to dodge every blow from the old man with his elegant movements. His figure danced gracefully in the air, easily avoiding the deadly attacks. He did not retaliate, as if waiting for an opportunity.

The soldiers watched silently, a sense of awe rising within them. This young man from another world was defusing the fierce attacks of the empire's strongest warrior with incredible grace and skill.

The old man's anger gradually turned into helplessness; his attack lost its edge and finally stopped. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and he could no longer stand.

The old man questioned Qin Ze, his voice filled with dissatisfaction and doubt: "Why don't you attack? Are you afraid?" His eyes were fixed on Qin Ze, hoping to see the other party waver.

Qin Ze simply smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "You didn't even touch the hem of my clothes, how could you be worth my attack?" His voice was relaxed and confident, as if everything was under his control.

The old man was utterly enraged by these words. He felt his dignity had been severely challenged; as the strongest in the empire, he was being so disrespected by a young man from another world. He decided to unleash his full power.

The old man's body began to emanate a powerful aura, and a fiery aura rose around him. He had ignited the flame of life, enhancing his strength. This powerful scene terrified the surrounding soldiers, who retreated hastily, crying out in alarm and bewilderment.

The old man's power continued to rise, and cracks began to appear on his body, as if they were about to tear him apart. His eyes became fanatical; he was no longer the frail old man he once was, but a being full of rage and wildness.

Qin Ze remained standing in the same spot, his expression still relaxed, as if he didn't care at all about the old man's changes.