"Mo Yunsheng, is this all you've got?"
Lin Fan sneered, his face mocking.
"No way, you were the genius of the young generation in the Xuan Clan yesterday, yet your progress is so slow."
His words were flippant, full of provocation.
At the same time.
Lin Fan loosened his grip, pushing Mo Yunsheng away, and stood facing him without any defense, with a cold smile, hands slowly folded behind his back.
A flash of cold light crossed through Mo Yunsheng's mind!
His scalp tingled, his spine chilled.
He felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation and challenge!
He suddenly widened his eyes, his cheeks twitching, his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Lin Fan... has he gone mad?!
What's the meaning of this?!
Looking for death?!
Keep in mind.
There's only a step between the two.
And Lin Fan was defenseless, riddled with flaws.
Within a fraction of a breath, he could kill Lin Fan.
But...
But...
Mo Yunsheng didn't move!
