"Cough cough!"
Lying on the ground, Situ Ning felt a fiery pain in his chest, his handsome face turning ashen.
He was angry!
He was truly furious!
No one had ever dared to lay a hand on him like this!
"You! Deserve to die!"
Situ Ning clenched his teeth tightly as he spat out these words.
"Are you sick? Do you think the whole world revolves around you?" Lin Fan shook his head.
"What did you say?"
Situ Ning was stunned, then roared fiercely, "Say that again!"
"I'm asking you, are you sick?" Lin Fan repeated his question.
"Hiss!"
Another wave of sharp intakes of breath spread around.
Everyone was terrified to the core, feeling as though millions of ants were biting on their bodies, causing them to tremble!
That was Situ Ning, the disciple of Mad Sword, who on earth is this young man? Has he grown tired of living to dare strike the disciple of Mad Sword?
"Master Lin, you…"
