Clang, clang, clang~
In the Sea of Consciousness, ripples spread outward in circles.
Among the Demon Race, the Little Peng King's race was not skilled in Psychic Power.
Yet at this moment, he was the least affected.
Still, a deep glimmer of apprehension flashed through his pale golden eyes.
There was no doubt about it.
This super dark horse of the Human Race, the number one on the Trial Heavenly Ranking—Ye Fan.
His strength had far exceeded the Little Peng King's expectations.
In the brief moment when he had been left dizzy by the impact, Ye Fan had already completed a Hundred-Man Slayer.
That included—
the two Super Monsters from the Trial Heavenly Ranking.
Such combat power had unquestionably placed him among the very first echelon of warriors in the Starry Sky Trial.
"Ye Fan, perhaps there is some misunderstanding between us."
Having sensed Ye Fan's strength, the Little Peng King's tone inevitably softened.
This scene caused quite a commotion among the observing demigods outside the imitation treasure, Heavenly Net.
After all—
Long Jie, the public face of the Heavenly Demon Sect, had first had his Dragon Horn forcibly torn off by Ye Fan.
And now—
even the Little Peng King of the Golden Winged Peng Clan had backed down?
Of course.
Thinking of Ye Fan's terrifying, near-crushing combat strength—
it was not so hard to understand.
"A misunderstanding?"
Ye Fan sneered at those words.
The moment he had arrived here—
he had activated his Dao Seed—Break Illusion.
From the Little Peng King, he had sensed an exceptionally intense killing intent.
In other words—
this fellow absolutely intended to kill Feng Jiu.
How could Ye Fan possibly let someone who harbored such intense killing intent toward Little Nine, whom he regarded as a younger sister, leave unharmed?
Although—
during his