"Bastard, how dare you?!"
"I am of the Five Sacred Spirit Clan, commander of an army! I order you to stop at once!"
Bai Lie's icy, haughty demand, wrapped in the pressure of a Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor, echoed over the silent battlefield like a heavenly decree.
Yet Shen Fan didn't even raise an eyelid.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the void, not lingering for even an instant on the ornate Sacred Light Warship.
To him, that icy demand seemed no different from the dust drifting above the battlefield.
What the hell was the Five Sacred Spirit Clan? They thought they could throw their weight around and intimidate him? What a joke!
The next moment.
As Bai Lie watched in disbelief.
As hundreds of thousands of warriors stared in astonishment.
Shen Fan's figure transformed into a streak of light. He didn't slow down or veer aside in the slightest.
He flew straight over the Sacred Light Warship, right above the head of Bai Lie, the Saint Ancestor.
The wind howled.
The gust he stirred even ruffled the hair on Bai Lie's forehead.
Time seemed to freeze.
The arrogance and authority on Bai Lie's face stiffened in an instant.
His mind went blank.
He had been ignored.
Ignored by a "lowly commoner" in his eyes, in the most complete and humiliating way imaginable.
A scorching heat surged from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
The sheer humiliation instantly lit the fuse of the thing in his heart called "reason."
"You're asking to die!!!"
His furious roar hadn't even fully left his mouth.
Three terrifying waves of demonic pressure were already surging in from behind, locking onto the area in an instant.
It was Bloodfang, the Great Demonic God, and two other powerhouses of the