The Might of a Sacred Weapon

Compared to Shen Fan, who had nearly figured out every detail of him, Shui Tian was utterly dismissive of Shen Fan.

Seeing Shen Fan remain motionless, he assumed the other man had been cowed by his imposing aura!

So he grew even more smug:

"What's wrong, trash from the Outer Sea? Why aren't you moving?

Have you felt despair?"

"Hahahaha, then your instincts are pretty good. With your strength, you might not even be able to break through the defenses of this Heavenly Hao Armor I'm wearing!

But if you don't make a move soon, I won't wait for you!"

Shen Fan was speechless. After being mocked like this over and over, even with his good temper, he was starting to lose patience.

Wanting to teach Shui Tian a real lesson, Shen Fan began to channel the divine power and rules within his body!

Until now, Shen Fan had kept his aura hidden. As long as he wasn't fighting anyone, it was difficult for others to sense his cultivation.

But as he unleashed his strength, Shui Tian finally saw through the disguise he had maintained all this time.

Sensing that Shen Fan was only at the late True King stage, Shui Tian relaxed even further:

"Hahaha, no wonder you didn't dare attack. You're only a late-stage True King!

Still, to unleash the strength of a Titled True King at this level of cultivation—you really are a rare Prodigy in the Outer Sea!

But now that you've run into me, your legendary journey ends here!"

"Anyone can talk big. Let's see if your mouth is as hard as your bones!"

"Come, take my spear!"

Shen Fan raised his hand and summoned bolts of Mysterious Thunder, but he didn't use them to attack Shui Tian directly. He knew that even with his