In her understanding, except in special situations, Lin Yifan is not someone who would do anything without assurance; if he hasn't advanced, why would he come to the appointment?
On the arena, Cui Libin let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Lin Yifan hadn't advanced, otherwise, he really wouldn't be sure of defeating Lin Yifan.
A few seconds later, Lin Yifan flew onto the arena.
He was as cold and aloof as ever, with little expression on his face: "You still have a chance to admit your mistake now."
"Spare me, scum is scum, and can never change."
Cui Libin thought Lin Yifan was just posturing, so he didn't take Lin Yifan's warning to heart.
"Then go to hell and meet King Yanluo."
The chance has already been given, there's no mercy to be spared.
"Star!"
The next moment, Lin Yifan drew his sword; instantly, a force of Divine Transformation Third Realm Early Stage erupted.
