Shen Fan stood between the three peak Demon Gods,
Moonlight outlined his figure. His face was impossible to make out, but the oppressive presence he exuded was beyond words.
"What kind of monster are you?"
Qiutian forced the words through clenched teeth.
By now, how could he not realize he'd run into a ruthless character who'd been playing the fool to catch the tiger?
To catch the full-force strike of a peak Demon God with his bare hands, he had to be at least a Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor!
But did that make any sense?
Qiutian had heard a little about Shen Fan's background. He was supposedly just a deputy general serving Sacred Ancestor Cang Ya.
At most, he should have been a Seventh Grade True Ancestor.
But now he was being told that this fellow wasn't a Seventh Grade True Ancestor at all, but at least a Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor.
A powerhouse no weaker than Sacred Ancestor Cang Ya!
If Qiutian had known this from the beginning, he'd have had to be insane to plan on surrounding and killing him with three severely wounded peak Demon Gods!
But now, it was too late for regrets.
Qiutian could only pray that Shen Fan was all show, and that he'd only recently broken through to the Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor realm.
That he still couldn't fully control his power.
Otherwise...
The three peak Demon Gods also looked grim as they felt the Sacred Ancestor-level pressure radiating from Shen Fan.
In their hearts, they cursed Qiutian tens of thousands of times over.
What the hell? This was the target they were supposed to surround and kill? The threat they were supposed to eliminate?
What a joke! This was a Sacred Ancestor, someone on the level of a Great Demonic God. What