Yan Feixue didn't speak this time.
It wasn't that Yan Feixue didn't want to speak, but rather that she didn't know what to say.
Lin Fan said, "To be honest, City Lord, there's no enmity between us. If you hadn't provoked me, I really wouldn't want to kill you. Unfortunately, you chose to strike me first. So, if I don't kill you, I would be letting myself down!"
As Lin Fan spoke, he slowly raised his Heaven Punishment Divine Spear.
It was apparent that Lin Fan was preparing to make his move.
At the same time, an earth-shattering aura burst forth from Lin Fan's body, completely locking onto Yan Feixue.
Without a doubt, Yan Feixue's expression turned to one of sheer horror. In that instant, she felt as though she was trapped in Shura Hell.
Yan Feixue clearly understood that under the current circumstances, once Lin Fan made his move, there was no chance for her to escape unscathed.
"Wait!"
Yan Feixue hastily called out.
