Lan Zhengqing pounced on empty air.
His fist smashed viciously into the Void, shattering the afterimage Lin Fan had left behind.
In the sky, there was nothing at all.
Lin Fan's figure had long since disappeared.
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Lan Zhengqing landed on the ground and cursed furiously in the direction Lin Fan had left.
He was so enraged smoke might as well have been pouring from his seven orifices; he was on the verge of exploding!
Played around in circles by Lin Fan, and he actually didn't even know it, even thinking he'd had the upper hand!
Idiot.
A complete and utter idiot!
Maybe in Lin Fan's eyes, he was exactly that kind of person.
He clenched his fists, eyes ferocious, glaring hard in the direction Lin Fan had gone. The flames of wrath in his heart burned hotter and hotter, swallowing him whole.
For Lan Zhengqing, rationality no longer existed.
Only the thought of revenge filled his entire heart.
