"Hais! Everything has ended now." Lin Fan wiped the fresh blood off his dagger. This was an object stained with the blood of the Truth Immortal King. For any martial artist, this was practically as good as a miraculous medicine or elixir. However, at this moment, all that blood was just spraying out into the world with such extravagant wastefulness.
The Truth Immortal King was very strong, but what f*ck use was strong? At times, what mattered the most in a fight was not whether one was bloody strong or not; it was whether one had a plan or not. Considering Lin Fan's firm and steady plan right now, it was just like a ride in a sturdy jeep, without any single chance of the vehicle flipping over.
However, if he were to use something like this on the Boundless Future Buddha Lord, that would be rather dangerous now.
