Long Aotian's aura surged, a burst of energy threatening to erupt.
But under the overwhelming presence of Shi Hanfeng, it was forcibly suppressed, dissipating before it could fully form.
"This isn't over!" Long Aotian spat, his voice trembling with fury. "You'd better wash your neck and wait! I'll be coming for your head!"
The threat echoed through the hall, drawing even more attention.
Yet Lin Feng only chuckled softly.
There was no anger on his face, no trace of concern.
Only indifference.
"Heh…"
He turned away, as if Long Aotian no longer existed.
That should be my line, he mused inwardly, his thoughts cold and steady.
In his eyes, Long Aotian was already a dead man walking.
Lin Feng would, of course, not let go of someone like Long Aotian.
Compared to his cruelty, all the sick murderers back on Earth seem like harmless babies.
The moment he chose to stand against him… his fate had been sealed.
And Lin Feng…
Never left loose ends.
