In the dilapidated slums.
The smell of blood was pungent.
Dozens of people lay on the ground, none able to get up.
Mutilated limbs had become the norm.
Such terrifying combat power rendered the remaining hundreds too scared to approach.
They watched in terror as Lin Fan stepped forward.
The murderous aura emanating from him had already frightened them out their wits.
"Who sent you!"
Jiangning's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly.
Known as the Ancient Evil, he was a figure who could fight hundreds by himself.
But based on Lin Fan's recent actions, he knew he had encountered a master.
This was someone Jiangning had never seen before.
"Don't you know who you've offended?"
Lin Fan looked coldly at the towering figure of Qiao Chushan before him.
True to his name, he looked like a mountain.
Over two meters tall and weighing over three hundred pounds.
Just standing there, he exerted immense pressure.
