‘Are you truly not afraid of death?"" Xinfeng asked.
Xinfeng’s heart began to waver. Looking over, this man did seem like a kindred spirit. He even had an urge to befriend this man. Even though he was entirely outraged by their first encounter, the current situation had Xinfeng hesitating once more.
Lin Fan wiped any traces of blood from his mouth, "Come, Brother Feng. Third Sword.’
"You…!" Xinfeng’s heart was experiencing a turbulence at the sight of this.
Looking at the other party’s determined eyes, Xinfeng felt that he should no longer strike any further. Any more and he would probably regret it himself for the rest of his life.
On the high podium…
Wuya was whispering to the Grand Master.
