"Ant! Kneel down and die for me!"
Lan Zhengqing's aura surged like a river in flood, sweeping across everything, overflowing through the entire room.
Every corner was crammed full of his terrifying, overwhelming aura.
Outrageous!
Shaking in terror!
In the span of a single breath, Lan Zhengqing had already rushed in front of Lin Fan.
The frigid fist arrived right on its heels.
The air first froze into blocks of ice, then was smashed apart one by one by Lan Zhengqing's fist, ice shards flying, a bone‑piercing chill bursting out.
Lin Fan's first reaction was to run.
The words Instant Escape were already on the tip of his tongue, about to be spoken, but in that instant, he hesitated.
Am I really going to run?!
His eyes burned as he stared at that surging fist force.
His brows tightened!
"Lin Fan?! What are you doing?!" Emperor Jade suddenly popped out in his mind, speaking in panicked alarm.
Lin Fan being alive at all was already a huge stroke of luck.
