"Devil's Incarnate, Wang Xiaoming… Come out and receive death!"
"Stop hiding inside there like a damned tortoise! Where did those guts you once had disappear to?"
"Damned Wang Xiaoming! How dare you once deceive me to be my neighbor and steal my wife away? In fact, even that b*stard child of hers wasn't mine! How can I now seek revenge for this immense hatred of mine?"
All of the genius disciples out there were extremely infuriated as they recounted their bitter experiences.
Looking at the dense cluster of people up in the skies, Lin Fan was at a loss of words for a moment or so.
There were all sorts of vendettas here. Some of them were fighting over territories, some of them were bullied, some of them had their wives cheated on, while others were scammed out of something.
For him to be able to do things to such an extent in a mere hundred years, even if Lin Fan didn't want to be impressed, he couldn't not be.
