"Alright, my good mood is used up. Now, you can go die!"
Fan Zhi waved his hand, smiling as he spoke.
The next moment, Ye Haochuan felt the corpse sorcery in his Dantian start to stir, frantically devouring his Flower Energy.
Damn, this bastard is so ruthless and decisive!
Ye Haochuan gritted his teeth in hatred.
He initially thought Fan Qianhe was the most troublesome one in the burial grounds, but only now did he realize Fan Zhi was even worse.
Fan Qianhe's difficulty lay in his strength, whereas Fan Zhi was cunning and insidious, never hesitating in his actions.
Take the attempt to kill Ye Haochuan, for example. Even though his strength is so formidable, he still doesn't give Ye Haochuan a chance to breathe, and he always uses the most direct and safest method.
"You bastard, do you think I'm air? Stop it now, or don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhang Lang roared and charged toward Fan Qianhe.
