"Fight me in the skies!"
With a soft shout, Wei Fan no longer concealed his aura. It erupted like a volcano, the aura of a Martial King sweeping through heaven and earth as winds and clouds began to churn.
The Big Dipper Sword King's pupils contracted, and his composed arrogance vanished. "You actually became a Martial King!"
Even his voice had changed!
Having been a Martial King for centuries, this was the first time he had lost his composure so thoroughly. Not even when he had once faced off against—and even fought—a Demon King had he been this shaken.
A Martial King not yet twenty years old was simply unheard of. Even beyond the Land of Collapsed Dao, such a thing was rare.
"Many people outside guessed that you had become a Martial King. I thought them ignorant. I never imagined the ignorant one was me."
The Big Dipper Sword King revealed a self-mocking expression.
As Martial Kings, they understood how difficult it was to become one. Thus, when many people in the martial world speculated that Wei Fan had broken through to Martial King, they had dismissed it with scorn.
Even he—the Wasteland's youngest Martial King, the only human Martial King to break through after the Battle of Saintfall—had spent several centuries, and secretly cultivated a Demonic Cultivation Art, before barely stepping into the Martial King realm.
"You were not ignorant. You were immoral and arrogant!" Wei Fan flew above the clouds and stood with his hands behind his back.
The Big Dipper Sword King nodded without hesitation. "Indeed, we were arrogant beyond measure. Even after you killed many from the Wasteland Martial Alliance and destroyed numerous sects, we Martial Kings never truly took you seriously. We even schemed against one another over you, allowing you to grow into