Lin Fan smiled gravely, his face unchanged, and slowly bent down to pick up the bloody severed arm from beside his feet.
"Lan Shao, are you looking for this?"
Lan Zhengqing heard the voice and immediately stopped calling out. He stared blankly at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Anger.
Resentment.
Grievance.
Irritability.
Fear.
Because he didn't even know what he had encountered, it happened in an instant that his arm was cleanly severed and landed at Lin Fan's feet.
This unknown phenomenon was simply terrifying.
Chilling.
Hair-raising!
Lin Fan was clearly just a Ninth Layer Supreme of Ancient, but his speed was astonishingly fast!
He was already behind Lin Fan's head and had already made his move!
In less than a thousandth of a breath, he could have killed Lin Fan.
But at that very moment.
In that mere thousandth of a breath time, Lin Fan could still form an absolute counterattack, an absolute monster!
It was terrifying.
