High above, a trace of confusion clearly appeared in those enormous serpentine eyes.
The god seemed not to have quite understood what Yang Fan meant.
The next instant.
Snap!
Yang Fan snapped his fingers.
Space tore apart in an instant!
Rumble!
Enormous Spatial Rifts appeared out of thin air.
Then, one massive war ark after another slowly sailed out of them!
They were cast entirely from special metals, their enormous hulls engraved with intricate energy patterns.
As the warships emerged, the Annihilator Fighters hovering in the sky quickly scattered to either side.
Because... there were too many!
More and more kept coming!
A hundred, three hundred, five hundred.
By the end, over a thousand Void War Arks had completely occupied the sky over the Secret Realm's outer reaches!
For a moment.
The once-open sky was packed tightly with these massive warships.
"Yang..."
Gu Jiuheng opened his mouth.
"Holy mother!"
"Over a thousand?"
Even his voice began to tremble.
"Wait... Brother Yang, where exactly did you buy these?"
Over a thousand S-Class War Buildings!
Was this really the foundation a Lower-Order God could possess?
Gu Jiuheng could not help questioning everything he knew about life.
What live-in son-in-law?
Could this guy actually be the illegitimate son of some High-Tier Mechanical God, left out in the world?
How else could any of this be explained?
At that moment, everyone present felt their heads buzzing.
Since when...
Had S-Class War Buildings become so cheap?
Was he buying them wholesale?
After all, none of those present were Ordinary Gods.
They were all direct descendants of the Five Great Families.
The resources they had encountered since childhood and the treasures they had seen were far beyond anything Ordinary Gods could compare with.
Yet now, looking at the sight before them, they were still utterly dumbfounded.