"No, please don't kill me!"
Seeing Chen Fan walking towards him, Wu Fei was so scared that his face turned pale. Plop, he knelt on the ground, begging with snot and tears:
"I know I was wrong, I'm willing to apologize to you and make amends, please, don't kill me, don't kill me."
After speaking, he banged his head on the floor, creating a deep dent.
"Enough."
Chen Fan frowned, and at the same time, the golden aura around him gradually faded, revealing his original appearance.
Wu Fei looked up and froze at this sight, but just for a moment, he quickly lowered his head again, fearing his thoughts might be discovered.
Indeed, as soon as he saw Chen Fan retract his Vajra Indestructable Body, he had the impulse to strike suddenly. If successful, he could survive.
Soon, he dismissed this unrealistic idea because this man was an A-level Awakened!
The number of trump cards he had must be beyond his imagination, and who knows if he did it intentionally?
He couldn't take the gamble.
