As Ling Fan finished speaking, Xiang Hao's liver and gallbladder both trembled, his soul nearly flying out of him.
Compared to Chao Liang, he was even less significant. If Ling Fan made a move, how could he escape with his life? He would be even more cleanly wiped out than Chao Liang!
"You... you can't kill me!" Xiang Hao's voice trembled.
"Heh, in my presence, I haven't found anyone who can't be killed yet! What, is your head made of tougher stuff than others?" Ling Fan mocked.
As he spoke, he slowly walked toward Xiang Hao.
Seeing Ling Fan approaching with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, Xiang Hao felt his scalp explode, almost suffocating.
Desperate, Xiang Haomeng suddenly saw Liang Dang with an iron-blue face and immediately grasped at him as if he were a lifesaving straw, yelling, "Elder, save me!"
