Lin Yifan, like a spirit, always manages to escape their clutches, severely denting their confidence.
Seeing the various sect leaders panting heavily, Lin Yifan lightly asked, "Is that all you've got? If so, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Arrogant, who gave you the courage to despise others here?"
"What? Not satisfied? How about trying again?" Lin Yifan provocatively asked.
"Damn it! Do you think we're afraid?"
"It's not that you're afraid, but that you don't have the capability!"
Lin Yifan's lips curled into a smile, having already gauged these people's strength.
"Damn it! Looking for death!"
The elders of various sects couldn't bear it any longer and charged forward, trying their best to slay Lin Yifan.
This time, Lin Yifan wouldn't let them, thus he roared in anger, "Scram!"
Despite just uttering a single word, it contains a mystery of martial arts, capable of killing invisibly.
