Shen Fan was not surprised that Imperial Lord Yuan Chu had mistaken him for a powerhouse from the void. After all, he had not been active in the Realm Sea since reaching the first grade.
Perhaps the Imperial Lords who had been on the Abyss Realm Battlefield back then could recognize him, but Imperial Lord Yuan Chu was certainly not among them.
Besides, Shen Fan was simply too powerful. With sixty strands of Immortal Gold Essence, he stood among the very best even among first-grade powerhouses.
Never mind the present Realm Sea—even in the era of the True Martial Civilization, Shen Fan's current strength would have placed him at the very tip of the pyramid!
By all conventional reasoning, a powerhouse of this caliber had to come from a Large Realm Domain with a glorious history. He might even be a special life-form born in the void.
Faced with such an existence, Imperial Lord Yuan Chu became rather meek, despite belonging to the Sacred Spirit Race, which always considered itself a cut above everyone else in the Realm Sea. Even after Shen Fan had beaten him into such a sorry state, he felt not the slightest resentment. Instead, he was filled with confusion and grievance:
"Please don't joke, sir. Our Five Sacred Spirit Clan couldn't possibly have offended you.
"You attacked me because you've taken an interest in our Five Sacred Spirit Clan, haven't you?"
Imperial Lord Yuan Chu seemed to have dreamed up all sorts of explanations. Before Shen Fan could answer, he continued on his own:
"Your strength is extraordinary, sir. I, Yuan Chu, am your inferior, and I accept my defeat wholeheartedly. Rest assured, our Five Sacred Spirit Clan will serve you loyally from now on!
"I, Yuan Chu, am willing to brave boiling water and raging