At that moment, Chen Fan's voice sounded impossibly ancient, as though a mighty expert from a distant age had awakened.
Extraordinary power radiated from his entire body, sweeping outward in every direction as an ancient aura washed over them.
Even the Champion Marquis and the others felt an inexplicable pressure.
"Could he really be an expert of the older generation?"
"No, this aura dates back to at least the Ancient Era. He must possess some other inheritance."
"Go and test his strength."
The Champion Marquis addressed the Heavenly God Marquis and the White-Clothed Marquis, runes flickering in his eyes. If this man belonged to the younger generation yet could emanate such ancient pressure...
Then he possessed an ancient inheritance at the very least.
If the Champion Marquis could obtain it, this trip to the Ancient Tomb would not have been in vain.
The Heavenly God Marquis nodded. Spiritual energy gathered in his hand and enveloped his spear. A glint of cold light arrived first, like the sharpest divine spear, moving with incredible speed.
It struck just outside Chen Fan's body with an explosive boom. Everyone thought the man before them would surely be gravely injured.
After all... the Heavenly God Marquis had not launched a probing attack. He had struck with all his strength, seeking to kill with a single blow.
But when they looked over, Chen Fan was holding the silver spear, his fingers tightening slightly.
Crack!
A sharp cracking sound rang out. That incomparably keen divine spear was crushed outright into scraps of metal.
"Is this all you can manage?"
"The Qingyun Three Marquises are supposed to be the foremost prodigies of the Qingyun Ancient Kingdom's younger generation. Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock? The Qingyun Ancient Kingdom truly has no worthy successors!"
Chen Fan spoke contemptuously,