Chen Fei looked like a candle flame in the wind, his aura liable to disperse at any moment. Nearly half his body had turned to ashes, yet the vanished portions kept recovering, only to be annihilated again.
"You actually dared to dodge!" Wu Han stared at Chen Fei, the killing intent in her eyes utterly undisguised.
In Wu Han's view, if Chen Fei had obediently let her seize him and use him as a shield, she would have had the spare strength to pursue Tu Ying instead of watching helplessly as Tu Ying escaped.
A petty human, a mere Dao Integration Realm Early Stage cultivator—ever since that chess game, he had refused to behave himself. He deserved death, deserved to be killed!
Hearing Wu Han's words and seeing her expression, Chen Fei's body, which had been recovering, suddenly stopped.
"You're blaming me for this?" Chen Fei raised his head to look at Wu Han, his pale face turning cold.
"Insolence! Who do you think you're speaking to!"
He Yan shouted sharply and stepped forward, arriving before Chen Fei.
"Hurry up and resist. Then I'll have a reason to execute a few more of your human race!"
As He Yan spoke, he swung a slap toward Chen Fei's cheek.
He Yan could see that Wu Han had developed killing intent toward Chen Fei. He also needed someone to vent his frustration on and release the stifling anger in his heart.
And wasn't this heavily injured, dying human the perfect choice?
Chen Fei said nothing and merely turned his head to look at He Yan.
He Yan's incoming palm was delayed from landing on Chen Fei as the space before it expanded.
"You brat, you really dare to resist—" He Yan bared his teeth in a sneer. A heavily injured, dying Dao