Wan Beichen lay in the pit, his face alternating between red, pale, and pitch-black... constantly changing, almost bleeding!
He was completely dumbfounded!
He was clearly at the cultivation of a Fifth Rank Saint Emperor!
Why?
Why couldn't he even take a single slap from Lin Fan?
Moreover.
Earlier, Lin Fan's speed was simply too fast. In almost a blink of an eye, he had reached right in front of him and slapped him. The power of that slap was terrifying!
Wan Beichen felt that even if he resisted with all his might... he might not be able to withstand that slap from Lin Fan!
"You... I..."
Wan Beichen opened his mouth, embarrassedly lying there, looking at Lin Fan.
"Sigh! I just want to cultivate quietly, why do you have to provoke me?"
Lin Fan shook his head, he just wanted to cultivate quietly.
Alas!
These people kept coming one after another to bother him.
This time, having defeated Wan Beichen, he should be able to have some peace for a while!
"Pfft!"
