Lin Fan and the Emperor's gazes met, like two currents crashing against each other, seemingly accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity.
When strong adversaries meet, neither dares to be careless in the slightest. Lin Fan and the Emperor immediately went into battle mode, a cold aura slowly emanating from within them, seemingly freezing the entire space.
For a moment, it seemed like only these two were left in the world, and everything else became unimportant.
Snap~
Only the harsh sound of footsteps could be heard!
The magician's expression turned grave. He hurriedly took a step forward to stand in front of the Emperor, focusing intently on Lin Fan, gripping his magic staff, wary of Lin Fan suddenly making a move.
"Magician, stand down." The Emperor suddenly said.
"Master..."
The magician, worried, was just about to advise, but the Emperor waved his hand.
