"You want to run, don't you?"
"I've been playing along with your posturing this whole time, and now you're trying to escape? Doesn't it feel like all the flashy nonsense you pulled earlier has completely gone up in smoke?"
Lin Fan swung the Mixed Element Golden Gourd, unleashing a burst of golden light that slammed into Qin Muyang, sending him flying backward in a bloody mess. Blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth—there was no doubt that he was wearing Dao Armor.
Otherwise, there was no way this could happen.
People these days.
They really do cling to their lives.
Think about how domineering Lin Fan was. Ever since his mana reached the fifteen thousand-year mark, he hadn't needed Dao Armor to protect himself. If enemies could land a serious blow on him, they might as well try their luck.
It was just that simple.
He even gave them hope, but if they didn't cherish it, then that was their problem.
Bah!
