Lan Zhengqing walked slowly to Lin Fan's side, hands behind his back.

Coldly, he stared at the dead dog on the ground.

Bone Dragon?

Ha, what a joke.

This kind of ant, forget being a dragon, even a worm wouldn't want to follow him!

Tian Lu must have been scared by Elder Han An's condition, which led to his confused state.

Lan Zhengqing's lips curled into a disdainful, mocking sneer.

He lightly kicked with his foot.

Lin Fan remained motionless, unresponsive.

A dead dog, what nonsense Bone Dragon, Tian Lu must be crazy to have such hallucinations.

It seems I'll need to reprimand Tian Lu afterward.

But for now, he had to deal with Lin Fan first.

"Heh heh—ha ha ha!"

"Damn Lin Fan, you've finally become a dead dog lying at my feet. Before, in front of Zhu Ruoling, you made me lose face completely. Now it's my turn for revenge, your life is in my hands. If I want to kill you, I'll kill you, if I want to torture you, I'll torture you!"

"A cripple without hands is no longer qualified to be my opponent."

"Just die quietly and silently in Wenyu City."

"This is your best ending."

"Let your filthy blood be left in Wenyu City. Thinking about it, I'm quite unwilling. You don't deserve such an honor!"

Lan Zhengqing was sometimes fierce, sometimes menacing, sometimes laughing, sometimes sinister.

He had become a completely different person.

Releasing his most sinister and terrifying side.

Suddenly!

A high and mighty pressure violently surged towards Lin Fan.

Lan Zhengqing suddenly raised his hand, a violent aura trembling within his palm.

Void Tear!

Heaven and earth tremble!

The fierce and brutal pressure swirled over Lin Fan's head as if about to destroy everything, quite terrifying!

Lin Fan still lay motionless in the pool of blood...

Feeling nothing.

If he didn't move, Lan Zhengqing's palm would come down and instantly turn him into a mist of blood.

Die unknown.

Shame!

Extreme shame!

But, what can be done. This world operates on survival of the fittest, defeating one enemy after another is the only way to live, no room for mistakes.

Living is actually the greatest fortune.

At least more fortunate than most.

Lin Fan is now powerless, with no recovery of Divine Sense, how can he stop Lan Zhengqing's attack.

"Lin Fan! Lin Fan!"

Emperor Jade cried loudly in Lin Fan's mind.

This time, she was anxious too.

Last time, even though Lin Fan died, his body was protected, allowing him to awaken again.

But this time is completely different.

If Lin Fan turned into blood mist, he would disappear forever from this world.

As if he never existed.

All previous efforts would turn into bubbles, meaningless, all in vain.

Not only Lin Fan, but even Emperor Jade would become ashes.

Falling into endless darkness again, waiting for the next owner. How long till this owner appears, only ghosts know.

A year.

Ten years.

A hundred years.

A thousand years.

Ten million years.

Even a hundred million years is possible.

The long and endless wait, Emperor Jade no longer wants to endure such a bitter, tedious, boring experience.

Therefore.

She is now trying to awaken Lin Fan using Divine Sense.

However.

When she entered Lin Fan's mind, she was completely shocked.

The shouting stopped immediately.

Darkness.

Boundless darkness!

Lin Fan's mind seemed ink-stained, no signs of revival around.

When Lin Fan was awake, his mind was filled with various images, ideas, and flashes of brilliance.

But now, it's unending blackness.

Nothing.

Empty, desolate.

"Lin Fan..." Emperor Jade's voice trembled, calling helplessly in the dark, with a hint of sobbing. "Lin Fan, don't scare me...wake up...wake up..."

Unresponsive.

His mind showed no reaction, still as black as ink.

Not a trace of light.

Lin Fan was still in a complete coma.

"Lin Fan, wake up, don't you know you're dying?! If you turn into a mist of blood this time, you'll never come back to life!"

Emperor Jade was anxious, almost crying!

Shouting and roaring hysterically at the darkness, body trembling violently.

"Hurry up and wake up! Stop pretending to be dead, I know, I know you're not dead, you've already woken up, right?! You're actually tricking him into attacking, aren't you?! You'll use Instant Escape later, right?!"

A breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

...

No response.

...

Dead silence.

Only Emperor Jade's voice echoed in the darkness.

"Lin Fan, I'm begging you, hurry up and wake up! If you die, how will I explain to your father?! Get up, there's only one breath left, Lan Zhengqing's pressure is almost here. I can feel this pressure is very overbearing, completely unreasonable. If you don't wake up, there's no chance left!"

No matter how Emperor Jade shouted, how she tried every possible way, she still couldn't awaken Lin Fan.

One breath's time is very fast!

So fast, it's almost unnoticeable!

Emperor Jade felt the violent pressure getting closer, looking at the surrounding darkness, leaving a heavy sigh.

She knew shouting was useless.

Gently shaking her head, leaving a wistful look, she severed the Divine Sense.

Lan Zhengqing's blue-glowing hand approached Lin Fan's head.

He started to laugh wildly, even feeling Lin Fan's skull cracking bit by bit, his body gradually melting.

Excitement.

Thrill.

Anticipation.

He could already smell the blood, his muscles shaking intensely.

He doesn't know why.

Killing an ant could evoke such feelings.

Something's wrong.

Something's off!

Just an ant, why should he be excited, why so pleased?!

Isn't this a kind of shame?!

The distinguished son of the Water Clan, Lan Zhengqing, getting excited to the point of shivering over killing an ant, if this were spread around, he'd be laughed out of the Five Elements Realm!

Suddenly.

Lan Zhengqing's face turned incredibly ugly, one moment livid, another moment flushed red, abruptly stopping his pressure.

No!

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, admonishing himself.

He must not let this ant die so easily.

He must not feel excitement and joy.

He must torment him thoroughly.

He must completely rid himself of the emotional significance given to Lin Fan, never overestimate Lin Fan, he's just a trivial ant, killing him is ordinary business, no need for a fuss.

He should kill him effortlessly, peacefully.

Lin Fan doesn't deserve a grand death; he should die like a cockroach in a corner.

Lan Zhengqing withdrew the pressure from his hand, slowly retracting it.

Coldly gazing at Lin Fan, his lips slightly curving.

"No rush, I've thought of a way to make you die more miserably, or rather, make her suffer more."

He smiled faintly, grasping Lin Fan's ankle and strides away.