Since Lin Langtian refuses to come out, Ren Feifan has no choice but to find another way.
The next second, a long spear materialized in Ren Feifan's hand. Without hesitation, he thrust it directly toward the old monk!
A murderous aura exploded!
Ren Feifan was gambling—gambling with his life!
He refused to believe that Lin Langtian would not save this old monk!
But if at the final moment Lin Langtian truly didn't make a move, Ren Feifan would have to withdraw the spear.
He wasn't a killing demon; he only killed those who deserved to die.
And the old monk in front of him had no enmity or grudge with him; naturally, he wouldn't lay a hand on him.
Moreover, in a certain sense, the fault was his own. It was his stubbornness that drove him to exhaust himself searching this place for someone.
The old monk knew that it was impossible for him to resist this young man anymore. He closed his eyes and made no attempts to retaliate. His face was serene.
