"You're making it difficult for me." Lin Fan said calmly. King Zhou Zhen was on his knees begging for mercy, the pride of the gang leader completely shattered, contrary to what he expected.
Anyone who became the leader of the Serpent Gang was a man of great stature.
Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would not flinch.
That is a true man.
But the current King Zhou Zhen was quite disappointing.
Swish!
The sword flashed.
An arm flew into the air.
"I'll cut off one of your arms, so you'll remember this," Lin Fan said coldly.
King Zhou Zhen clutched his severed arm, his face pale, "Thank you, Immortal Master, for sparing my life."
He did not hate or resent; he just considered himself unlucky.
If the other party were mortal, he would have sought revenge even at the cost of all he had, but the person was an Immortal Master. Comparing an ant to a dragon, even if he gathered all his brothers, they wouldn't even fill the cracks between their teeth.
