Shen Fan's heart stirred.
He had heard of this race before. They were acknowledged as the strongest Sacred Spirit Race in the Realm Sea, born with the ability to command the power of space—the darlings of the spatial path.
If not for their sparse numbers and difficulty reproducing, with their entire population only a tenth that of other Sacred Spirit Races, the Realm Sea might well have been controlled by this one race.
But even so, the Void Sacred Spirit Clan remained the number one race in the Realm Sea!
"No wonder he's so bizarre. So he's a Great Saint of the Void Sacred Spirit Clan who commands the power of space!"
Thinking of the abilities the other party had displayed, Shen Fan secretly frowned.
Clearly, this fellow would not be easy to deal with!
Compared to Shen Fan, Great Saint Kong Ming was obviously far more relaxed.
"A third-rank True Devil, yet you possess such formidable Power of Authority. You could even withstand my perfected Ancestral Fate Secret Technique head-on."
Great Saint Kong Ming's gaze grew increasingly fervent, like a child who had discovered a new toy.
"Your Authority is truly quite special.
Such an interesting True Devil, and without any of those old relics guarding you... it seems you're a wild 'Prodigy' born from the Abyss Ruins!"
"Looks like my luck is pretty good. To think I'd run into such a prime piece of prey as you!"
His tone was as though he were discussing the ownership of an object, not treating Shen Fan as a living being of the same rank at all.
Prodigy? Prey?
Shen Fan laughed. Against his face wreathed in devilish qi, that smile appeared exceptionally savage.
"You dog bastard, you've got quite the mouth on you."
Before his words had even faded, he