That day, Purple Sun Heavenly Lord suffered a crushing defeat. No one had expected it, and everyone looked at Lin Fan anew, with a little more awe.
If even a man hailed as a favored son of heaven had fallen, how many people in this world could still keep this killing star in check?
The Little Heavenly King?
Everyone turned in unison, only to find the Little Heavenly King standing quietly there, his expression calm, saying nothing.
"I want to know what happened to my sister." Purple Sun Heavenly Lord was covered in blood, but he still could not help asking. She was family, after all.
Lin Fan glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting, and said slyly, "She... was very wet!"
An uproar swept through the crowd at those words, and everyone's imagination ran wild.
"You... what do you mean? What did you do to my sister?" Purple Sun Heavenly Lord frowned, a bad feeling rising within him.
"You lost. You have no right to question me now!" Lin Fan ignored him, yet wore a strange smile whose meaning was hard to fathom.
For a moment, everyone indulged in wild speculation, conjuring all sorts of scenes in their minds.
Someone even whispered, "Does that really need asking? Obviously, he did everything he should-and everything he shouldn't."
"Ah... I'll kill you!" Purple Sun Heavenly Lord roared, fury surging into his heart.
"Pfft!"
In the end, he could no longer hold it in. Together with his injuries, it made him cough up a great mouthful of blood before passing out completely, his fate unknown.
"Hey, how could you faint already? You haven't given me my Qilin Precious Technique yet. Aren't you being a little too petty?" Lin Fan said airily.
Many were speechless. That mouth of his truly killed