"What? He escaped?!"
The result completely took Yi Shengtang by surprise.
He looked at the five Shennong generals standing awkwardly before him, his brows furrowed and his expression grave.
It was precisely because he worried about Lin Fan's strength that he summoned the five Shennong generals, hoping they could intercept Lin Fan halfway.
But unexpectedly.
Even the five Shennong generals were helpless against Lin Fan.
"Just who is this Lin Fan?"
"Bah! Just an ant like Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, nothing noteworthy."
Yi Sheng remained indifferent.
Although knocked down by Lin Fan, he had also knocked Lin Fan down, so it was considered a draw.
Moreover.
They had managed to chase Lin Fan away.
By this reckoning, they had the upper hand.
With this sense of victory, Yi Sheng naturally looked down on Lin Fan.
"We'll rip his head off next time he barely escapes."
