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"Cruel, that's right. Continue that way! Once we're done with all this, Master here will treat you to a good meal." Most of Lin Fan's body was hidden within the Heaven and Earth Smelt. The only thing that was revealed right now was his head.

"Yes, Master." Cruel replied calmly without even a single bit of emotion on his face.

That single hammer just now has caused Saint's chest to dent in entirely. However, it healed up in the blink of an eye. If not for Lin Fan's help, Cruel might truly not be a match for this guy!

Shing!

Suddenly, the void trembled as a stream of light bolted out to the back of Lin Fan's head almost undetectable.

Clang!

"Holy f*ck! That was too close! You're too despicable, Saint! Since you cant f'*ck me up, you sneak an attack on me? Can you leave some dignity for yourself?" Lin Fan broke out and scolded. Lin Fan had finally witnessed the shamelessness of this guy thoroughly for himself.