The Divine Ancestor wanted to kill Fan Lang!
The moment those words were spoken, it was practically a public death sentence for Fan Lang. If the Divine Ancestor wanted him dead, even the full strength of the Aurora God Kingdom would find it difficult to stand against him.
Facing this unprecedented threat, Fan Lang took a deep breath and adjusted his state before saying calmly, "Whether these count as last words is hard to say, but I do have a few things to say. Senior Divine Ancestor, you took Gongsun Wushuang as your disciple largely because you valued his talent. Through this arena battle, I have already proven that my talent is greater than his and that I am more worthy of cultivation. I believe I can replace Gongsun Wushuang and become Senior Divine Ancestor's new disciple. In every respect, I guarantee I will do better than him!"
Those words were simply too bold, too fantastical.
He had just been about to kill someone's disciple, yet now he wanted to take his place.
No normal person would agree to such an abrupt request. After all, what mattered between master and disciple was not merely cultivation value, but also their bond.
Everyone around them thought Fan Lang's words were absurd. There was no way he could succeed.
Gongsun Wushuang burst into laughter. "You want to replace me and become my master's disciple? Take a piss and look at yourself! What the hell are you? Stop dreaming in broad daylight and wait obediently for your execution! Once you're dead, I'll collect your soul and torture it slowly! Even if you beg forgiveness now, it's too late!"
As he spoke, Gongsun Wushuang looked up at his master and shouted, "Master, stop wasting words on him and just do it! Or let your disciple