And so, Lu Han led the main force and, in front of Lin Menmen, took away her trump card and Elder Tan.
Lin Menmen glared at Lu Han viciously, her eyes a deep, bloody red that would frighten away the faint-hearted at a glance.
"Lu Han, I truly regret not killing you all this time. I want to kill you, ah—"
"Regret? Didn't you set a trap for Ouyang Jingjing, planning to use her to harm me? It's not that you haven't thought about it; you just don't have the ability. So, no need for regrets. You implemented this plan, but fortunately, fate was on my side, and you didn't succeed."
"Lu Han, Lu Han, shut up." Lin Menmen had never been so irritated by a stranger with whom she had no personal grievances—Lu Han was the first.
However, the High Priest had always commanded her to be wary of Lu Han, but never gave her an order to harm him.