Shui Tian's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand in that instant.
He looked at Shen Fan's profile, so calm it was almost unnerving. Those deep eyes held no murderous intent, no anger, only a simple question.
As if he were asking what they were having for dinner.
That extreme indifference chilled the heart more than any sky-swallowing fury.
Can we kill them?
Those four words rang through Shui Tian's mind like a thunderclap.
Kill two core members of the main lineage?
Or rather, two peak eighth-grade True Ancestors?
He had never even dared to think of such a thing before.
That would be a calamity so immense it could tear the sky open!
Besides, he didn't have the strength to do it.
But the "Wu Ji" before him seemed to truly have that power!
The image of Shen Fan blasting a True Ancestor-level Lava Giant Beast apart with a single spear thrust flashed through his mind. Shui Tian couldn't help swallowing.
Yet what little reason he had left still made him reluctant to go that far. He wanted to try to persuade Shen Fan.
But then he looked at True Ancestor Xuanming and True Ancestor Fuhai, their faces arrogant as they looked down on them as ants, and heard the undisguised greed and contempt in their voices.
He remembered the humiliating history his Old Ancestor had told him about: for hundreds of thousands of years, the Tian He Lineage had been suppressed at every turn by the main lineage, its resources plundered and its talents cut down before they could flourish.
He remembered his Old Ancestor's eyes before he left, brimming with hope yet touched with sorrow.
A fierce streak he had never felt before surged up from deep in his chest.
Humbly backing down would only