The smile on Nangong Night's face froze again.
Of course, he didn't really cherish Lin Chen's talent; he merely wanted to humiliate him and trample on his dignity.
Previously, Lin Chen had publicly slapped the face of the Three-Saint Sect and his, Nangong Night, in front of tens of thousands of immortals. He wanted to have Lin Chen follow him like a dog and endure all the humiliation he inflicted upon him, wouldn't that be more satisfying than killing him?
Sadly, Lin Chen didn't rise to the bait!
Nangong Ye didn't understand the meaning of the middle finger, but the phrase "fuck off" was like a resounding slap on his face.
When had Nangong Night ever been insulted so bluntly?
With murderous intent in his eyes, Nangong Night stared at Lin Chen with a livid face, "Alright, you have some guts. Let's see how tough you are. I'll extract your primordial spirit and light it as a sky lantern, burning for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. You will never be reborn!"
