C1131 Cripple His Own Golden Core

Chen Fann just stood there quietly. When he saw the flustered look on his opponent's face, a cold smile flashed across his face.

When the other party snatched his Golden Core back then, the same smile was plastered on his face.

Chen Fann held the broom in his hand and stood in front of him, looking like a powerful swordsman.

Without any hesitation