Geniuses are always so arrogant and unrestrained. If it were other opponents saying such things in front of him, Qingfengzi would dismiss them with disdain, but it was this prodigy named Yang Fan who uttered these words.
Qingfengzi, or Duan Tianba, were essentially no different. Back then, Duan Tianba changed his name only to evade enemies' pursuit, but the evil and criminal blood still coursed through his veins.
No matter who Yang Fan is, as long as he infringes upon Qingfengzi's interests, he is destined for death.
"You're about to die, I'll give you a chance, is there anything you want to say?" Qingfengzi leisurely looked at Yang Fan.
"To you, I have nothing to say." Yang Fan flatly rejected this somewhat condescending, even slightly absurd proposal.
"Then I'll fulfill your wish." Qingfengzi's feet moved lightly, his swift figure instantly lunging towards Yang Fan with a fierce kick.
