The most benevolent prayers of human nature had formed the edge of the Rebirth Saber, which illuminated the floor below when Han Fei picked up the Slaughter Saber.
Night turned into day.
With no superfluous movement, every sentence Han Fei spoke drew him closer until he was within the striking range.
The chubby doctor's smile froze on his face. Under these circumstances, it was challenging for any ghost to smile.
He had never expected such an ordinary-looking living person could easily pull out such a terrifying slaughter saber. Nor had he anticipated that the other party would decide to kill him after merely three sentences.
Compared to Han Fei, he felt he was truly just a doctor.
"I think..."
The fat arm lifted, and then the chubby doctor saw his own arm being split in the middle, nothing could stop the blade of the saber!
His vision was filled with light, and the chubby doctor felt a long-missed warmth on his forehead; it had been a long time since he felt warmth.
