Chen Xiaofan looked at the Red-robed Zhuangyuan Lang, who had the air of a frail scholar, and could not help doubting whether he would actually be able to bring himself to do it when the time came.
Hearing this, the Red-robed Zhuangyuan Lang said with a serious expression, "I can definitely do it! For someone as heinously evil as him, I believe anyone would want nothing more than to execute him at once. Although I have never killed anyone before, I am willing to try. I think I can do it. To be honest with you, Benefactor, I have long hated this man to the bone. If you had not rescued me in time, I would probably have already died beneath his blade and become nothing but a wronged ghost."
Chen Xiaofan smiled faintly and replied indifferently, "Fine, then that is settled. Once the time is right, I will give you this opportunity to ease the hatred in your heart."
At that moment, when the bandit leader heard the two of them plotting how to kill and torture him, fury filled his heart. However, Chen Xiaofan's cultivation was far beyond his own, and the gap in their strength was simply too great, so he did not dare act rashly. With his usual temper, under any other circumstances, he would have long since swallowed them alive and hacked them into eight pieces. How could he possibly endure this long without making a move?
Faced with the situation before him, there was nothing he could do except flare his nostrils and glare helplessly.
After all, Chen Xiaofan was too powerful for him to contend against. At the same time, he did not dare provoke Chen Xiaofan easily, for he feared that if he angered him, Chen Xiaofan would simply slap him into