Sheng Wushuang's greatest pride was his Kunpeng Immortal Physique.
Moreover, this kind of constitution had the power to defy the heavens.
But… wait a second.
Damn it!
He fled unwillingly, but then discovered that brat was actually tailing him.
How is that possible?
How could his speed be this fast? And judging by the casual demeanor, the smirk on the other guy's face made Sheng Wushuang utterly loathe him.
"Wushuang, my friend, why are you running? Can't we just sit down and have a nice chat?"
Lin Fan, calm as a still lake, smiled faintly. Seeing Sheng Wushuang, who used to vanish in the blink of an eye, now scurrying away frantically was quite entertaining.
"You…"
Sheng Wushuang wanted to roar with fury. Damn it all!
Just as he was overwhelmed by these thoughts, Lin Fan abruptly shot a punch toward him, startling him into a panic. He hastily shifted his body, narrowly dodging the blow. But just as he thought it was over…
