Lin Chen covered Wu's body with a gigantic palm. Under this intense pressure, Wu couldn't even move. He could only watch in horror as he found the palm drawing closer to his body.
"Bang!"
Within that palm, old Wu was as fragile as an ant, and his body was snapped in an instant, the path of death disappearing.
Lin Chen's eyes were vacant, as if he had stepped on an ant. People feel neither sorrow nor joy from stepping on an ant because their levels of life are different.
Lin Chen looked at Cao Xuejiao and said, "It's your turn. Do you have anything to say?"
Cao Xuejiao smiled bitterly and said, "If time could go back, I wish I hadn't come to kill you."
Lin Chen smiled slightly and said, "Regrettably, there's no remedy for regrets in this world. You must pay the price for your actions."
Lin Chen's fist moved as fast as lightning, like a meteor. Under his fist, Cao Xuejiao was as fragile as paper, knocked to the ground. Thus, this beautiful girl fell.
