"If I don't die today, your Xuan Country will never see a peaceable day again!!!"
Fang Lin spat out blood through gritted teeth as he roared these words, his voice filled with chilling violence, his expression fearsome, terrifying all who heard him.
"You're going to die today, with no chance for survival! From start to finish, you're nothing but a mere ant that crawled out from the Lower Three Kingdoms!" Zhou Yishui laughed, but immediately burst into a coughing fit.
He was injured by Fang Lin, and the wound was not light. At this moment, due to too much excitement, it was exacerbating his injury.
Ignoring Fang Lin's vengeful gaze, Xuan Emperor raised his hand, released a ripple of warm energy into Zhou Yishui, easing his injuries, that were almost completely healed.
"You're ridiculous." The hint of disdain was clear in Xuan Emperor's voice.
Fang Lin laughed loudly, pulling out the Gold-patterned Spear to steady his body. Bleeding and severely wounded, but he did not fall.
