He's indeed feeling great right now.
But the aftermath of that elation is an endless sorrow and desolation.
The Pure Yang Immortal Emperor broke free from his imprisonment, his furious gaze piercing through layers of the void, shattering the infinity of space and time, landing harshly on Lin Fan. For an ordinary person facing such a gaze, they might have been scared to the point of crapping their pants.
But to Lin Fan—
Such a gaze had long become a familiar occurrence. Other than being a bit fiercer than usual, it was entirely useless.
"Your gaze may look menacing, but that's all it is. What are you still staring for? What's so interesting to look at?" Lin Fan ultimately embarked on the path of running his mouth. Even though he felt a bit nervous, he would not cower in front of an enemy.
So what if the other party was an Immortal Emperor?
If you've got the guts... just kill me then.
