Dead?
Hearing Chen Changan's words, Fan Tianhua's heart jolted.
Clearly, Chen Changan had now decided to kill.
He hadn't known Chen Changan for long, but Fan Tianhua had always felt that Chen Changan was incredibly powerful, yet also rather easygoing.
If it had been anyone else, Fan Tianhua had no doubt that he would have been sent back to the next world by now.
But Chen Changan hadn't done that. As for why, Fan Tianhua had wondered whether it was because he looked like Chen Changan's dog.
Whatever the reason, in Fan Tianhua's heart, Chen Changan was a rather kind person.
But looking at him now, Fan Tianhua felt that Chen Changan's kindness had never been meant for everyone.
He was the sort who wouldn't offend others unless they offended him, but if they did, he'd uproot them, root and branch.
"Big brother, don't you remember what I told you? No one can be killed here," Fan Tianhua reminded him.
Can't be killed?
Hearing that, Chen Changan gave a cold laugh. It might have been impossible before, but now it wasn't.
The moment the surrounding area was engulfed by yellow sand and they were forced into a free-for-all, Chen Changan knew that all the old rules had changed.
If losing meant vanishing and returning to the world they came from, why had the yellow sand sealed off this space?
Wouldn't that be redundant?
"Kid, you've got some nerve."
"You should be grateful that no one can be killed in the Barren Desert."
"Otherwise, for what you just said, I'd make sure you died without a place to be buried."
Died without a place to be buried?
That was exactly what he had in mind.
No one saw how Chen Changan did it, but now he was standing right in front