"Worthy of the Overlord!"
"Surviving ninety percent is already terrifying enough."
"There are several Saint Kings here, but aside from him, no one dares to take on the challenge."
"Indeed, worthy of the Overlord's name."
"The Overlord Body truly lives up to its reputation."
"Just how strong is the Overlord? I'm afraid no one knows!"
"His combat strength is impossible to gauge. All these years, no one has ever forced him to go all out. He is like an invincible god."
"..."
Aside from Qi Zheng, who was chatting and laughing with the Overlord, the other onlookers also offered lavish praise.
The stream of compliments left Ye Fan, who had originally been facing a formidable enemy, momentarily stunned. He kept sizing up that man arrogant to the bone with suspicion.
This...
Could he possess some top-tier disguise technique? Was his true strength impossible to discern?
The legendary Overlord Body, capable of suppressing the Sacred Body, was only this much?
Ye Fan looked up at the ancient battlefield, where all life had been extinguished, and could not help feeling speechless.
This place was indeed terrifying. No one knew when it had been left behind, yet it still retained considerable power.
But even Saint Kings could not pass through the outskirts of this battlefield?
With all the boasting, as well as tales of his battles against Sacred Bodies, Ye Fan had truly prepared himself for a bloody fight.
Yet the sudden change and contrast before him caught him completely off guard.
Leaving aside Ye Fan's reaction.
On the other side, the Overlord immediately leveled his spear. Like a god or demon descending from the Heavenly Realm, he wore armor; black metallic divine garments covered him from head to toe, shrouding his entire body in mystery and oppressive force.
He held an ancient