What's That Supposed to Be?

Shen Fan stood atop the heavens like a Heavenly Emperor from myth, his eyes radiating boundless majesty.

The Order Divine Chains on his body slowly revolved, adding an air of mystery to him.

Compared to Shen Fan's composure, Emperor Qing Ming was far more rattled. The first time Shen Fan repelled him, he had thought it was a fluke. He adjusted his state and charged several more times, but the result was always the same!

The weapon he had painstakingly forged with countless precious materials was easily sent flying by Shen Fan's Order Divine Chains. The True Realm Power he took pride in was crushed. If Shen Fan hadn't kept to a defensive stance instead of choosing to attack, Emperor Qing Ming would probably have been defeated long ago!

Even so, Emperor Qing Ming had been beaten until his whole mindset shattered!

He stood there, stunned and helpless. For a moment, he had no idea what to do!

"How can this be? How did you master such a wondrous method of channeling power? Damn it, is this the foundation of the Evil God Clan?

"They raised a lackey with skills like these?!"

Even now, Emperor Qing Ming was unwilling to acknowledge Shen Fan's true identity. He remained convinced Shen Fan was a lackey of the Evil God Clan. After all, he had ruled the eastern Sea of Chaos for nearly a million years. How could he never have heard of Shen Fan?

A True Realm expert couldn't appear out of thin air. Without the backing of a superpower, even the most peerless genius couldn't grow strong on their own.

And in this eastern Sea of Chaos, aside from their Kaiyuan Royal Court, only the Evil God Clan had such foundations!

As for why Shen Fan, despite being an intelligent life-form,