Bai Lie's voice carried the pressure of a Saint Ancestor, like a decree from heaven, every word pounding into the heart.
He stood high above the rest, waiting for the Black Clad Man to cower and submit.
Yet Shen Fan merely raised his eyelids and met his gaze, calm and unruffled.
There was no reverence in those eyes, no fear, not even the faintest ripple.
It was as if he were looking at a stone by the roadside.
No, not even a stone.
More like a speck of dust... an eyesore.
The feeling of being utterly ignored sent the fury in Bai Lie's chest surging to his head.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he prepared to speak again, ready to assert his authority with even harsher words.
Just then, an intensely cold killing intent erupted without warning from the opposite end of the battlefield.
Its target was Shen Fan's back.
It was the Abyss Ruins' commander, the Great Demonic God Bloodfang.
He wasn't one for Bai Lie's roundabout schemes.
In his eyes, the appearance of a powerhouse of this caliber on the Realm Sea's side was the greatest threat of all.
A prodigy?
A prodigy snuffed out in the cradle was nothing but a corpse!
Bloodfang's figure vanished on the spot, merging into the void.
In the next instant, a blood-red thread as fine as a hair pierced through space and soundlessly appeared behind Shen Fan.
The thread writhed with the wails of billions of vengeful spirits, and bore supreme demonic poison potent enough to corrode a Saint Ancestor's body.
It was impossibly fast.
Impossibly sinister.
Everyone present, including Bai Lie aboard the Sacred Light Warship, felt their hearts stop.
He could already see what would happen next: the Black Clad Man would be pierced by that blood thread, his