"Old bastard, I had originally wanted you to experience the pain of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired one. Since you're courting death, I'll send you on your way first."
Yin Tianshou thrust out a massive hand and charged at Wei Fan, intending to capture him, extract his Primordial Spirit, and search his soul.
"Arrogant brat! I am a Formation Grandmaster, a Great Saint of this age. You have no idea what the name Yin Tianshou means in the Eastern Domain."
He roared, and his massive hand swelled by another third, radiating an even more astonishing aura. If not for the Leishan Heavenly Skill, he would have slapped Wei Fan to death without hesitation.
"Moo..."
"Roar..."
Suddenly, the sounds of Tiger Roars and Dragon Cries rang beside Yin Tianshou's ears. He saw a blaze of dazzling golden light burst from Wei Fan's body, and a terrifying aura filled the entire formation space in an instant, as though some dreadful thing were awakening within Wei Fan.
"What is that? Could he have a Martial Emperor divine weapon on him?"
Yin Tianshou's hairs stood on end. That aura was absolutely not something Wei Fan could emit. Even the aura of a Saint Realm expert would not make his heart pound with terror. Only power surpassing the Saint Realm could give him such a horrifying feeling.
His pupils contracted sharply as he witnessed an even more shocking sight. The massive hand he had struck out was blasted aside by the golden light, while an enormous Golden Bell rose from Wei Fan's body and rapidly expanded.
Phantoms of dragons and tigers covered its surface, while myriad spirits bowed in worship. Many of those phantoms radiated the aura of Saint Realm experts—and they actually turned their heads to glare viciously at him.
"What kind