"A brave warrior indeed."
Watching Shi Hao's reaction, Meng Chuan couldn't help but marvel.
An Array Formation Realm cultivator saying that to a whole nest of Cult Masters was showing off with a vengeance.
In the era of Shrouding the Heavens, it would have been like a minor cultivator who had yet to enter the Immortal Platform shouting at a crowd of Saint Kings and Great Sages.
Daring them to come hack him to death.
He was putting his life on the line just to show off.
No question about it—he had learned this from Willow God.
Even the Cult Masters in the sky froze for a moment. What kind of boy was this? Didn't he know fear?
They weren't angry, though.
That wasn't to say they were kindhearted people.
In their eyes, Shi Hao was only a tiny ant. An ant's provocation wasn't worth their notice.
Besides, the ant would soon fall into their hands. What they did with him then would be entirely up to them.
"Wait. He's of the Stone Race—a descendant of Sin Blood?!"
Divine light burst from one Giant's eyes as he spoke coldly.
He was a Cult Master who had come at someone else's invitation, and his host had only told him that a boy possessing the Ten Fiend Treasure Technique had appeared in the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm.
Nothing had been said about Shi Hao's origins.
After all, he was merely a boy from the Eight Domains, with no ties to any major lineage. As far as they were concerned, his background hardly mattered.
The Ten Fiend Treasure Technique was what mattered most.
But to some, Shi Hao's origins were clearly another matter worth noting.
"A descendant of Sin Blood?"
Shi Hao heard the Giant in the sky and frowned in