"Brother Lin, can you handle this or not?!"
Qin Feng glanced at the people around them and couldn't resist teasing him. "Three Pseudo-Emperors and over a dozen Quasi Emperors have you looking this miserable. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some scrawny little dog."
You're the scrawny dog!
Your whole family's scrawny dogs!
The warmth in Lin San's heart vanished in an instant. He couldn't understand what he'd expected from this bastard.
Did Qin Feng really think everyone could be like him, grasping all those buffs, daring to challenge Upper Realm Immortals one-on-one, and slicing Great Emperors up like melons?!
Besides, it wasn't that he couldn't handle them. His enemies were just shameless!
He'd already worn himself out fighting Ye Chen, then fallen victim to a trick that left him shouting till his throat was raw and still got him nowhere. Right after that, the Nine Great Aristocratic Families had hunted him down without pause, never giving him a moment to catch his breath.
If only they'd let him get some sleep, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state!
Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, on undermining the confidence of the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have gained 200,000 Villain Points!
"So that's all it takes to break you!?"
Qin Feng was delighted. Lin San was still just as sensitive as ever.
One simple remark, and he could squeeze so much oil out of him!
Hum! Hum!
Whether Lin San had been provoked or his halo had been activated, Wuchen Sword in his hand suddenly let out an exceedingly sharp ring.
In an instant, sword qi shot skyward, piercing the stars. The tranquil night sky was abruptly lit up.
The sword rose, stars raced, and ten thousand miles were purged; wind and thunder gave chase,