Zhao Mubai stared coldly at Lin Chen: "Kid, you've made me lose face today. Do you think I will let you go?"
Lin Chen looked at Zhao Mubai warily. The opponent's strength was too strong, leaving him with no chance at all. However, Lin Chen was determined to make the opponent pay a price, even if he died.
"Kid, hand over all the treasures you possess, and I might leave you with an intact corpse," Zhao Mubai said arrogantly, as if Lin Chen's life and death were under his control.
Lin Chen snorted coldly, without answering, and directly injected the raw stone into the corpse puppet.
"Have you thought it over, kid?" Zhao Mubai gazed coldly at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen curled up the corners of his mouth into a cold smile: "Want me dead? Let's see if you have the ability."
After speaking, Lin Chen turned and ran.
"Kid, do you think you can escape my grasp?" Zhao Mubai snorted coldly, his body turning into an afterimage, appearing instantly behind Lin Chen.
