“Now, who will save you?”0

Chen Fan's voice, icy and commanding, echoed in Yan Qi's ear, akin to the god of death pronouncing his imminent death.0

“No! Don’t kill me! I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I beg you, please spare me!” Yan Qi, consumed by fear, pleaded desperately.0

“Admit defeat? Begging for mercy?”0

Chen Fan thought he had heard the funniest joke in the world.0

Yan Qi wanted to kill Chen Fan, but since he couldn’t win and was at death’s door, he was begging for mercy. Was there such a good deal in the world?0

“You forgot where we are? This is the life-and-death arena. Is that even possible?”0

Chen Fan’s voice was still icy.0

“Is this for real? Chen Fan’s sword strike actually forced Zhao Gao back. He now holds Yan...0