After all, the God of Fear was not exactly a lovable character, and he had plenty of mortal enemies.
At this thought, he strode right up to Lin Qian, raised his right hand high, and prepared to deliver a fierce slap.
His entire body felt hollow and empty; not a shred of true qi remained, and he couldn't even move a single finger. He could barely manage to blink—he was utterly exhausted.
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