Bian Zhimu was no fool, quite the contrary, he was extremely astute. At this point in time, he had realized that Hua Zhimo dared not confront Ding Fan directly and had left.
A person like Hua Zhimo would never act recklessly without absolute certainty of winning.
"You... you can't kill me..." Bian Zhimu said to Ding Fan.
Only Ding Fan and Bian Zhimu were in the room at that time, and Ding Fan's imposing aura had already caused Bian Zhimu to tremble.
"Can't kill you?" Ding Fan glanced at Bian Zhimu. "I can kill even the son of your sect leader; what makes you think I can't kill you..."
"I... I..."
At that moment, Bian Zhimu truly didn't know what to say.
He was merely the adopted son of the Myriad Demon Sect's leader, and if Ding Fan could kill the leader's biological son, how could he spare him?
"Don't kill me, I can help you, I can get you everything you want..." Bian Zhimu hurriedly said.
Ding Fan remained silent, just looking at Bian Zhimu.
