A Bloodthirsty Glint

Mocking laughter rose and fell like crashing tides, echoing through every corner of the Spirit Devouring Clan Territory.

The Spirit Devouring Clan members either folded their arms or planted their hands on their hips, their faces brimming with contempt and disdain, as though they were watching some ridiculous farce.

Some even deliberately raised their voices and jeered, "Dragon Clan? Hahaha, nothing more than reptiles cast aside by the ages!"

A string of piercing laughter immediately rang out in agreement.

Lin Fan stood upon the deck of the warship, his eyes as calm as still water, as though those taunts were no more than a breeze brushing past his face.

His gaze slowly swept over the three leading Demon Immortal realm experts. Bone Yuan had dark golden bone spikes growing from his back and a ferocious visage; the man on the left wore black scale armor, his eyes a deep green; on the right stood a gaunt old man, wisps of gray mist coiling vaguely around him.

The three of them possessed an aura as still and deep as an abyss, as steadfast as towering mountains, faintly merging with the heavens and earth. Clearly, they had drawn upon the ancient formation of the Spirit Devouring Clan Territory.

Lin Fan's eyes were black and profound, still as an ancient well, betraying not the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon at his side, however, had long since been unable to hold himself back.

Tall and powerfully built, his robes fluttered without wind, snapping loudly.

"Arrogant!" The Primordial Ancient Dragon stepped off the warship. Web-like cracks spread through the void beneath his feet, and that chilling killing intent nearly solidified into substance.

He shouted coldly, his voice like thunder rolling across the sky.

"Ants like you dare speak of the Ancient Dragon