"Don't push me."
Lin Fan's voice trembled as he gritted his teeth and growled softly. His throat felt like it had been sanded with sandpaper, producing a deep, hoarse roar, like a beast cornered, letting out its final roar.
Zhu Qilue sneered coldly.
"Then I really want to see what your skills will be pushed to the brink. To me, you're just a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor ant. I'm curious to see what you'll show after an outburst. I await with bated breath."
Lin Fan panted, his eyes blood-red.
Suddenly!
He closed his eyes, and his breathing suddenly steadied.
Zhu Qilue raised his eyebrow, watching curiously, about to mock him.
Suddenly!
Lin Fan abruptly opened his eyes.
Instant Escape!
His silhouette vanished from Zhu Qilue's sight in the space of a breath, directly appearing behind him. The Xuanyuan Sword pierced through the void, silently aiming at the back of Zhu Qilue's head.
