Lin Zonglong was truly frightened. How old was Su Chen? What realm was he in? He was unstoppable like the God of Slaughter, and what if Su Chen was given another two or three years?
He dared not even think about it.
"Shut up!" Lin Tengye shouted.
Lin Zonglong shrank his head.
"What do you think, young man Su?" Lin Tengye stared into Su Chen's eyes and asked.
"Hehe... old thing, you clearly lack the confidence to beat me, so why pretend to be a senior sparing a junior?" Su Chen shook his head, his face full of smiles, "Old thing, to be frank — you're not my match, far from it. In my eyes, you're trash. If I want to kill Lin Zonglong, you can't stop me!"
As the words fell.
Su Chen raised three fingers.
"Old thing, I'll give you the count of three to get out of the way with your tail between your legs, or I'll kill you first!!!" Su Chen's voice grew slightly louder.
Arrogant!
So arrogant!
After Su Chen spoke.
