Ceasefire

Yang Zhihe descended to the ground, stopping before Ling Feifan, and saying, "I shouldn't have developed killing intent against you."

Ling Feifan picked his ears, and said, "Come again? That's an apology? I don't accept it!" He waved his hand with a righteous expression.

Ling Han had the upper hand now, so Ling Feifan naturally needed to take advantage of it.

What a joke! Just because he was weaker, he deserved to be flattened and stomped on? He was also a person!

An Xiu'er's eyes instantly glimmered with intoxication. This was the pride and domineering aura of her lover that she adored.

'Keep posturing, why don't you?' everyone said in their minds. At the same time, they were also incredibly envious of Ling Feifan.

To have a Second Tier Heavenly Venerate bow his head and apologize—even just as a formality—was still something that he could brag about forever.