When Ling Zhan's utterly calm words fell,
Not only did the Spiritlight Dragon King freeze.
Even the people who had been about to leave swiftly were completely stunned!
Holy shit!
They hadn't misheard, had they?
This guy did not hesitate in the slightest—he was directly picking a fight with the Dragon King!
This...
The people who had originally planned to leave immediately began secretly observing from a spot not far away in the sky.
There was clearly a good show to watch!
"I'm genuinely a little shocked. A level 105 Jobless Freelancer dares provoke a level 160 Spiritlight Dragon King! That's pretty fucking awesome!"
"Huh? Isn't that just pure insubordination?"
"Don't say that. Don't underestimate this Jobless Freelancer. Do you know why Zhan Zicheng, a Sword God with such a straightforward temperament, agreed to Zhang Mingruo's terms?"
"Why? Wasn't it because he wanted to enter the Great Treasury and take resources?"
"That's one reason. Another is that Meng Di and the Holy Sword Guild's hundred Sword Gods seem to have died at Ling Zhan's hands!"
"Huh!? That happened? You really can't tell this Jobless Freelancer is that fierce!"
"This Jobless Freelancer is indeed formidable. Think about it—he made it this far without changing jobs. If he really were useless, would that be possible?"
"That's true... Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that some big shot is backing him."
"Enough, enough, stop arguing. Let's watch! They're about to fight! Looking at the Spiritlight Dragon King's expression, he really seems angry!"
He really was angry.
At this moment,
The Spiritlight Dragon King's handsome face was tightly furrowed, and rage surfaced in those dragon eyes that gleamed like gemstones!
Provocation!
This was naked provocation!
He was also completely disregarding him, a Dragon King!
He had never imagined that one day, a