"You... how dare you treat me like this!"
Song Tianhao was lying there, his body trembling.
But.
In his eyes, however, there erupted a sky-defying sinister intent, his gaze venomously fixed on Lin Fan, his eyeballs filled with thick bloodshot veins, resembling a malevolent ghost.
Bai Feng, Yuan Shiyang, and Su Xin were utterly shocked.
Lin Fan, at the Void Refining Late Stage, could actually flip a Ninth Rank Saint Lord with a single slap?
What a joke!
Even on the Divine Wind Continent, they had never seen such a terrifying prodigy!
A Void Refining Late Stage cultivator, with one slap, crippled a Ninth Rank Saint Lord!!
Terrifying!
Too terrifying!
"Tell me, why shouldn't I treat you this way?" Lin Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, looking down at Song Tianhao, and calmly asked.
"You..."
Song Tianhao's forehead bulged with veins, and his chest heaved as if it had exploded, taking deep, rough breaths.
