But that brief instant was enough for every god-level being present to understand: the young man before them had truly surpassed them.
"Half-Step God Emperor."
Only then did Fang Fan speak the four words, as casually as if they were nothing.
The hall fell silent.
Then the Evil God King was the first to shout:
"You little monster! Just what kind of freak have I taken in?"
He burst out laughing, black mist roiling around him. He looked happier than if he had obtained a Million-Year Soul Ring.
The Destruction God King stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He said nothing.
He had known all along.
But hearing Fang Fan say it himself still filled him with pride.
Bibi Dong gazed at Fang Fan, emotion shimmering in her eyes. A thousand words seemed to rise in her, only to become the faintest smile.
Qian Renxue stepped forward and took his arm, tilting her face up to him. Her violet eyes shone as though filled with starlight.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Shui Bing'er gathered around him too. Laughter and chatter erupted through the hall, sweeping away the worry and waiting of the past few days.
Qian Daoliu stood outside the crowd, stroking his snow-white beard. His smile was faint, like the last leaf of late autumn refusing to fall.
He had lived for over two hundred years. He had seen every kind of storm.
In his youth, he had ventured to Sea God Island beside Tang Chen, debated divinity with Bo Saixi upon the sea, and led two thousand soul masters across the water to the south. How bold he had been then.
Later, he had failed the Angel God's trial. He had guarded the Worship Hall ever since, along with a