The old man laughed and the expression on his face shattered Hong Yun's crafty scheme.
"No, I'm speaking the truth! Sir, you must believe me. I'm a good person and would never lie."
Hong Yun's face was filled with urgency, this old man was his last hope.
"Boo hoo hoo. You're awfully annoying. Let me send you to the Western Paradise!"
The old man shot him a twitchy glare and raised his hand, ready to make his move when suddenly, a green vapor began to well up from behind Hong Yun. The poisonous gas enveloped Hong Yun, whose body immediately began to rot.
Despite a valiant struggle, he ended up turning into a pile of bones. The widened eyes of his remains depicted just how much he could not accept his death, even to the very end.
Then, a sinister and eerie voice said, " Honorable Sir Tianq, our battle continues! The treasures here shall belong to the winner!"
"Hehe."