"Hahaha!!"
The air behind Miranthu shook as the laugh echoed, and a middle-aged, handsome man materialized behind Miranthu.
"Long time no see Old man, I see you have aged quite a bit"
Miranthu smirked when she saw the man, "Hmph! I'm still eighteen years old, you snort-nosed brat!"
The pairs began chatting heartily, ignoring the astonished looks of the present cultivators.
"Grandfather, we will catch up later. Now…can you end that idiot over there? I have some important news for you."
Miranthu spoke, not even looking at the guy. Hearing her words, the middle-aged man just waved his hand.
"W-WHAT!!? N-NO!! W-WAI—!!"
Before he could even finish the words, the poor man was blasted into pieces of blood and debris.
"!!!"
The crowd of Elders and other cultivators felt a chill down their spines when they saw this.
Miranthu's grandfather, Malrik Ravana, smirked when he saw this. Turning his head towards Miranthu, he waved his hand.
In an instant, both of them disappeared.
