Lin Xuan fled.
Ling Han smirked coldly, and set off in hot pursuit.
"Lin Xuan, have you ever thought that this day would come for you?" he said through divine sense.
Lin Xuan's face flushed red, and killing intent surged from his body. However, he had to forcefully suppress this urge.
This was a great humiliation. This was really a great humiliation. He was a dignified Golden Generation, and had the potential to be number one, yet was actually being hunted down by a nameless nobody. How could he accept this?
In his eyes, no matter what accomplishments Ling Han had achieved, he was only an ant.
It could not be helped. This was the pride of the Imperial Clan.
But now, this pride had been mercilessly shattered.
"If you don't use underhanded techniques, killing you will only be the matter of a single move!" he retorted through divine sense.