"Oh my God! Old man, are you serious?"
Lin Fan grinned and took a cold breath, mentally giving Ye Qitian a thorough scolding. What a rascal! No respect at all!
The fierce blade wind came down, and regardless of whether the old man had the intent to kill or not, Lin Fan couldn't afford to hesitate. Besides, whether or not it would crack his head open, what if it ruined his stylish hairstyle? How would he walk in the world of lady killers?
Just as the big knife was about to land on Lin Fan's head, he hurriedly pushed Ye Fei'Er aside and firmly tapped the ground with his feet, performing a backflip like Sun Wukong and quickly dodging Ye Qitian's strike!
Ye Qitian was taken aback, surprised by Lin Fan's quick reaction!
"Good boy, you do have some skills. Today, let this old man experience the power of the Three Tyrant Kings."
Ye Qitian looked as if he were blowing his mustache and glaring. If he had more facial hair, he'd be the spitting image of Zhang Fei.
