"Heh, men. You really are beneath contempt!"
The moment Qin Wuyou heard Lin Qingxue's words, he nearly burst out laughing.
This woman... was too fucking talented!
Who told you I was jealous?
I'm the exalted Grand Martial Ancestor of the Xuantian Holy Land. Why would I be jealous of a mere Lin Fan?
But Qin Wuyou could not be bothered to explain himself to Lin Qingxue. He had finally found an opportunity to strike at Lin Fan, and he had no intention of letting it slip away.
"Lin Fan, are you, a future Divine Son, going to hide behind a woman?"
Qin Wuyou ignored Lin Qingxue's jeering outright and deliberately provoked Lin Fan instead.
Sure enough, at Qin Wuyou's taunt, Lin Fan's face flushed red again. His expression twisted as he roared, "Qin Wuyou, who the hell do you think you are? You think you're worthy of humiliating me? I'll show you just how vast the gap between us really is!"
As his words fell, Lin Fan's body became a streak of light, hurtling toward Qin Wuyou.
With the formidable power of the Primordial Spirit Realm combined with his Ultimate Dao Sacred Body, Lin Fan looked like an unrivaled god of war.
Even the Nine Peak Masters on the raised platform nodded in satisfaction when they saw Lin Fan attack.
"Excellent. Lin Fan's strength is enough to call him invincible among his peers!"
"We underestimated Lin Fan's potential before. Who would have thought his Ultimate Dao Sacred Body could be so powerful? Compared to that ignorant, incompetent Qin Wuyou, Lin Fan is clearly the best candidate for Holy Son!"
Hearing the other Peak Masters' praise, the First Peak Master beamed and declared, "Of course! Just look at whose disciple he is! I've always said Lin Fan has boundless prospects and