The Overbearing Phoenix Ancestor

To be honest, Emperor Qing Ming had never expected such a crushing defeat.

He had thought his combat strength had increased tremendously. He might not be able to crush Shen Fan, but surely defeating him wouldn't be difficult.

But the truth was, he had improved—and Shen Fan's improvement had been even more terrifying.

This time, it seemed he had lost even more carelessly!

And the price of defeat was far greater than last time!

Feeling his essence blood draining away at a rapid pace, Emperor Qing Ming finally began to panic.

He had every reason to panic. This was his essence blood! If he lost too much, not only would he be unable to hold on to his current cultivation realm, even his innate talent and aptitude would fall several grades!

With his future and fate at stake, of course Emperor Qing Ming was terrified!

"Stop! I—I admit defeat, Fellow Daoist Shen. Please spare my life!"

With no other choice, Emperor Qing Ming yielded.

But clearly, his surrender didn't earn so much as a glance from Shen Fan. Instead, it made Shen Fan think even less of him!

Surrendering the moment he lost—what a piece of trash! And this was the Emperor of the eastern Sea of Chaos? What a joke!

If the eastern Sea of Chaos was ruled by vermin like him, then it deserved to be destroyed!

"Before you attacked, I told you that defeat would come at a price!"

"Clearly, you weren't prepared to pay it!"

Emperor Qing Ming's face was somewhat pale. Clutching the Silver Dragon Spear tightly with both hands, he pleaded, "A price? Yes, I can pay a price. Fellow Daoist Shen, let me go, and I'll give you a reward you'll be satisfied with!"

The more Shen Fan looked at Emperor Qing Ming