"You... who exactly are you..."
Yue Song's body trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed with terror!
The cold sweat on his forehead flowed profusely like a spring, and a chill erupted from his spine!
Horror!
Utterly horrifying!
This was a Sixth Rank Saint Emperor, and yet he was crippled by a single kick from Lin Fan—how could the others even think of resisting?
It was at this moment that Yue Song truly realized why Lin Fan had been so passive and silent from the very beginning, unresponsive no matter how much he was mocked or targeted!
Now.
Yue Song understood!
He truly understood!
Lin Fan was not acting cowardly, but rather dismissive!
Dismissive!
Now, Yue Song regretted everything; it was too late. He had thoroughly offended Lin Fan, and all he could think of now was hoping Lin Fan wouldn't kill him.
"What's wrong? Don't you recognize me? Weren't you the one who wanted to throw me down just a while ago? Why so scared now?" Lin Fan said with a smile, looking at Yue Song.
