"How about it? Interested?"
The Sea God phantom spoke urgently, his eyes blazing as he stared at Ye Qifeng.
An aged, resonant voice rang out from above, as though it were pressing down from the heavens. Its source could not be identified, and its incessant words carried a hint of temptation.
As the voice fell silent, the blue light emitted by the blue triangular object below seemed to grow even more brilliant. Strands of blue light merged into the phantom, making him appear several degrees more substantial.
"Heh, what divine inheritance? It's nothing but trash. I'm not interested!"
Yet Ye Qifeng merely shot him a cold glance, his face filled with obvious disdain.
"What? You dare call this god's inheritance trash? This is the inheritance of a god, the best shortcut to becoming a god."
Upon hearing that, the Sea God's Divine Sense phantom immediately flew into a rage and tried to explain himself indignantly, only to abruptly stop halfway through.
He seemed to have thought of something. His eyes narrowed slightly, and as he smiled faintly, his tone unexpectedly took on a hint of admonishment:
"Heh, boy, don't mistake ignorance for individuality. I'm afraid you don't even know what a god is, do you? You should know that this god is—"
However, this phantom formed from the Sea God's Divine Sense had no idea that Ye Qifeng had long known his true identity. Ye Qifeng had even come specifically to deal with him, so how could he possibly inherit the petty Sea God's divine position?
Besides, Ye Qifeng did not think much of it.
No matter what he said, it would all be wasted effort.
Before the Sea God phantom could continue, Ye Qifeng interrupted him, his tone becoming even more disdainful:
"Isn't it just a First-Class God? What's