"Farewell, Young Master Mu."

Lin Fan's lips curled slightly, revealing a bizarre and menacing smile.

Fear.

Horrifying.

Terror.

Mu Feichen had no idea what to say, nor did he know what expression to put on. His features twisted, eyes dazed, pupils enlarged, limbs stiff, he seemed like a statue, completely petrified with fear.

Indeed, he had thoughts of wanting to live, even of wanting to escape.

However.

It was just a thought in his heart.

He couldn't put it into action; firstly, because his body was weak and powerless, unable to move, and secondly, he was terrified into a stupor by Lin Fan's sinister and ferocious expression.

A drop of sweat appeared slowly on his forehead, followed by more drops trickling down his cheeks, like a tap left slightly open, instantly soaking his clothes, leaving him looking as if he had just been fished out of water.

"You… what are you… going to do…"

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? How come you're scared now? But your days of showing off in the Five Elements Realm are soon over; you can continue showing off in the Underworld if you have the guts."

"However, I believe Young Master Mu surely has the courage. Being arrogant in the Five Elements Realm is no longer enough for you, so I'll send you on your way."

Lin Fan smiled faintly.

In the next moment.

The raised, golden-glowing hand shot towards Mu Feichen's head with a ruthless aura.

Even without saying Mu Feichen now had no strength to truss a chicken.

Even if Mu Feichen regained his strength, he couldn't fend off such a slap from Lin Fan.

If this slap landed on Mu Feichen's head, it would instantly explode like fireworks, with flesh flying in all directions, hideous beyond description!

Lin Fan was expressionless, his heart calm, without showing any emotions.

All the Darts Masters shut their eyes in despair.

With the death of the Young Master, the Biao Bureau was likely to disband.

Mu Feichen watched as Lin Fan's hand flew towards him, his expression changing from anger to fear in an instant.

Watching helplessly as the brutal hand approached.

He started trembling.

His body shook violently, his complexion turning increasingly purple-blue.

A grown man, unexpectedly started sobbing gently, tears uncontrollably streaming down, cried miserably and awkwardly.

So pathetic!

Really too pathetic!

No one expected that at this critical moment between life and death, the Young Master of Biao Bureau would cry, and not just cry, but wail bitterly, in utmost sorrow!

Regardless of others' gaze, his tears flowed like spring water, continuously falling.

All the Darts Masters, Zhu Qilue, Lan Yunwei, the little maidservant all looked at each other bewildered, expressions quite astonished and puzzled, yet their faces turned red, like they were trying hard not to laugh.

They initially thought Mu Feichen would remain unyielding and calmly face Lin Fan's threat.

But they never expected.

Mu Feichen would cry, and cry so tragically, even more dramatically than women!

Is this really the Young Master of the Biao Bureau?!

It's fortunate only the Darts Masters saw this, had the entire Nameless Village seen it, it would have been utterly embarrassing!

Suddenly.

Lin Fan stopped his hand and rolled his eyes helplessly, smiling as he asked, "Why are you crying? A grown man crying so sadly like a woman, people would think I'm bullying you."

Mu Feichen didn't reply, but continued to wail loudly.

Initially, he thought Lin Fan was an ant, and he was the lofty Young Master of the Biao Bureau.

So he never took Lin Fan seriously.

But now, the situation had completely reversed, he was the ant, and Lin Fan was the towering monster!

Such a reversal in status, combined with a body unable to move, unable to resist, along with various grievances, frustrations, and humiliations surging within, made him unable to stop crying.

Though he knew it was very embarrassing and pathetic, he just couldn't control himself.

The tears could only flow out, or he couldn't vent his emotions.

"Young Master Lin."

Suddenly.

Lan Yunwei's voice, like warm spring breeze, came from the side.

Lin Fan turned to look at Lan Yunwei.

"Miss, are you planning to plead for Mu Feichen?"

Before she could speak, Lin Fan had already guessed Lan Yunwei's intentions and spoke indifferently.

"Um… yes…" Lan Yunwei was taken aback, wondering how this guy seemed to be as intuitive as knowing her thoughts, "Please show mercy and spare Young Master Mu."

"Why?" Lin Fan withdrew his hand, asking coldly.

Lan Yunwei froze. Why indeed? She hadn't thought of that, just felt if the Young Master of the Biao Bureau died by Lin Fan's hand, it might cause great chaos. So to avoid such chaos, it would be better to intervene.

Besides, Mu Feichen hadn't committed any serious crime, why necessarily take his life, unnecessarily harming the innocent.

She gathered her thoughts, preparing to speak.

But Lin Fan didn't give her a chance to talk, interrupting her thoughts.

"You think I'm not qualified to kill him? He's the Young Master of the Biao Bureau in the Five Elements Realm, and I'm just a nameless nobody. Also, you think he's innocent and pitiful, and I'm cruel to the point of killing indiscriminately."

Lin Fan spoke slowly, eyes sharp like blades, staring straight at Lan Yunwei without blinking.

Lan Yunwei took a gasp, her pupils contracting suddenly.

"You... how do you..."

"Seems like I was spot on, Miss Lan."

What's going on? Lin Fan could articulate her feelings so precisely, not missing a beat!

Indeed, Lan Yunwei was thinking exactly that.

She was in despair, looking at Lin Fan with growing confusion.

"But Miss Lan, you have double standards here. Earlier he was intent on killing me, even wanting to use his status to have all the Darts Masters target me. You didn't stop him then, but now you want to stop me? Moreover, if I let him go today, will he spare me in the future? I assume not, your Five Elements Realm insists on revenge for every wrong; by humiliating him today, how could he tolerate me living in this world."

Lin Fan spoke calmly, logically.

Lan Yunwei's face turned exceedingly grim, her eyebrows furrowed, eyes shifting evasively, avoiding Lin Fan's aggressive gaze.

"If I don't kill him, he'll come for me someday. Miss Lan, you can choose: I die, or he dies."

"This... this..."

Lin Fan turned, raising his eyebrows at Mu Feichen, giving a mischievous smile.

He had been pretending all along!

He wasn't scared of Mu Feichen's revenge, nor would he let himself die at his hands.

He did this just to tease Lan Yunwei.

Meanwhile.

To completely crush Mu Feichen's spirit!

Mu Feichen, still bewildered by Lin Fan's intentions, heard Lan Yunwei speak slowly.

"I understand... the victor becomes king, the loser, the bandit... kill if you want, I can't stop you..."

Buzz—

It felt like a bolt of thunder exploded in Mu Feichen's head.

Tears still clung to his face, now utterly stupefied.

Lan Yunwei... actually agreed to Lin Fan... killing him?!

His heart shattered into pieces.