Lin Fan was quite calm, crossing his arms over his chest with a careless smile, as if what was happening before him had nothing to do with him.
What a joke!
No matter how fast he was, shouldn't he dodge? Three of the Han'an Sect's Five Sons simultaneously made a move, surely having already anticipated Lin Fan's retreat direction.
Later, the three would launch an attack separately—one would strike directly at Lin Fan, while the other two would wait by the sides.
Once Lin Fan moved, they would immediately pursue.
It was equivalent to setting a net for Lin Fan, leaving him nowhere to escape, no matter how he struggled he would still be caught in the net.
Lan Yunwei and Zhu Qilue were thrilled for less than half a second.
Having just shifted from shock to happiness, they now instantly turned from happiness to worry.
Their emotions were like giant waves on the sea, one after another, leaving no respite.
Now, their hearts were once again hanging for Lin Fan.
