At this moment.
Ao Jin, unable to stay here any longer, dragged his severely wounded body and fled in disgrace. He had already cursed the ancestors of the Human Clan for eighteen generations in his heart.
If they hadn't been slacking off or merely spectating, the result would have been completely different.
As he left, he turned back to meet Lin Fan's eyes.
In them, he saw a trace of reluctance.
What's going on?
Hell.
Truthfully, Lin Fan had really wanted to kill Ao Jin. A small part of his hesitation was due to Ao Wudi, but the primary reason was that there were too many people present. For now, he didn't want to completely tear through his relationship with the Sky Dragon Clan.
If he openly killed Ao Jin, the Sky Dragon Clan would never let it go.
Thus.
If this had been in the wilderness, with no bystanders watching, Ao Jin surviving would have been a miracle.
Soon, the great figures from various Immortal Sect factions approached Lin Fan to bid him farewell courteously.
