"No one dares to trifle with them?" Yang Yihuan countered with a question.
"Of course!" Lin Xuan nodded, a hint of pride appearing on his face.
The Imperial Clan was a noble existence that had been developed over countless years. Even in this kind of situation, it was inevitable that he would feel a little proud.
Yang Yihuan couldn't help but splutter in laughter, "Then let me ask Brother Lin, why are you being hunted? Since no one dares to trifle with the Lin Clan, what need is there for me to interfere?"
This!
Lin Xuan was directly dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer at this moment.
F***, who the f*** knew that there was such a freak like Ling Han, that would dare to make a fatal move even on Imperial Clans.
This kind of monster would only appear once in tens of millions of years. If he didn't die, he would either become a Saint or become Emperor in the future.
Why was he so unlucky to have encountered him?