Mo Yunsheng dared not move.
Anger.
Fear.
Panic.
Terror.
He gasped heavily, his eyes fixed firmly on Lin Fan.
"Why are you looking at me? Want to beg for mercy?"
Lin Fan sneered, disdainful.
Mo Yunsheng's gaze was one Lin Fan had seen several times before, a look of irritation mixed with helpless rage at his inability to defeat him.
He had spared Mo Yunsheng's life many times.
Yet never expected Mo Yunsheng would keep pushing his limits, even attempting to murder the Clan Leader to inherit power to pressurize him.
But Mo Yunsheng was mistaken.
Even if he gained the power to command the Xuan Clan, Lin Fan would not be afraid.
An ant remains an ant, incapable of stirring up the winds.
"Still not retracting your fists? Want me to break your arm again?"
Lin Fan spoke eerily.
Mo Yunsheng was aghast, hurriedly pulling back his arm, speechless, panting like an ox.
He probably didn't realize yet.
In his heart, an involuntary fear had taken root against Lin Fan.
