Ling Wudeng was utterly terrified, speechless.
Of course, he knew what Lin Fan was about to do.
But.
He couldn't believe Lin Fan would actually do it!
Ling Wudeng was dumbfounded, completely stunned!
Lin Fan, with a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor's cultivation realm, not only managed to control the Artifact Spirit but also dared to make such a reckless move.
He was so agitated that he wanted to stand up, but his legs went soft, weak, and he fell to his knees again.
Embarrassed.
Shameful.
In a predicament.
Ling Wudeng had never been driven into such a dire situation before.
So this.
This is what despair feels like.
"No..."
He looked in a daze at the Black Sword under Lin Fan's foot, speaking humbly.
Lin Fan instantly paused his action, raising an eyebrow.
"What did you say? Speaking so softly, how can I hear you? Speak up, what did you say?"
"No... don't harm my Black Sword... I'm begging you..."
