Chapter 65

The old man wanted his life? Icarus' eyes flashed. "Blame it on your bad luck for running into me," the old man said with a fierce look. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and several tiny daggers, surrounded by a dark mist, shot out from his sleeve, aiming straight for Icarus. Icarus remained calm and casually waved his right hand. All the daggers were instantly swatted away. The old man's expression faltered. Icarus was stronger than he thought. The fighters he encountered before couldn't even dodge his initial attack. "You're an unorthodox cultivator?" Icarus narrowed his eyes, noticing the dark mist swirling around the daggers. The old man snapped out of his shock and quickly pulled a sharp silver needle from his waist, then charged at Icarus. His speed was astonishing, nothing like that of a man in his seventies or eighties. In a split second, he was in front of Icarus, thrusting the silver needle shrouded in a dark mist toward his chest. Icarus st