Flame Venerable's voice rang through the scorching air like the gavel of judgment.
His killing intent was no longer some intangible aura.
It became tangible flames, erupting through the gaps in Flame Venerable's crimson battle armor and scorching the ground beneath his feet into blackened glass.
Shui Tian's heart sank to the bottom.
He stopped trying to persuade Flame Venerable with words.
When a peak seventh-grade Dao Fruit True Ancestor arrived with such pure intent to kill, any argument was powerless.
"Flame Venerable, you're declaring war on my Water Origin Spirit Race!"
His voice turned icy. Dao Fruit Power surged wildly within him, and rings of azure light appeared behind his back, attempting to withstand the terrifying heat bearing down on him.
Yet the gap between eighth grade and peak seventh grade was like a chasm between heaven and earth.
The instant Shui Tian's divine rings came into contact with that scorching pressure, they creaked as if they could bear no more, their radiance rapidly dimming.
The members of his clan behind him were exposed as well. Flame Venerable's pressure swept over them, and every one of them spat blood and staggered backward.
Only Shen Fan remained standing, straight as a spear.
"Declare war?"
Flame Venerable's lips curled into a deeply scornful smile.
"You think you're worthy?"
He couldn't even be bothered to look at Shui Tian again. His golden-flame eyes had fixed on Shen Fan, who had been quiet all this time.
As if he'd spotted another tempting prey.
And Shui Tian was nothing but an annoying rock in the way of that prey.
"Interesting. You can face the pressure of this Divine Son without even changing your expression. That alone makes you far stronger than that useless Shui Tian!
"I'm starting to take an interest in you!
"Don't