The powerful aura radiating from Qian Fan rose higher and higher like a surging tide, as though it would break through the heavens.
The previously calm air around him began to churn violently, howling in great gusts.
Fierce winds swept through, snapping the surrounding trees and vegetation or forcing them to bow beneath the onslaught of that savage power,
leaving devastation everywhere.
The black cloak draped over Qian Fan snapped in the wind.
The Heavenly Demon Star-Breaking Sword gripped tightly in his hand trembled faintly, sensing its master's excitement.
Its blade gleamed with a chilling light, as though it could hardly wait to drink the enemy's blood.
Standing behind Qian Fan, the Death God Angel stared expressionlessly down at the Sea God and the Asura God.
That icy gaze held nothing but endless indifference and disdain, as though these renowned powerhouses of the God King and god realm ranks could not stir the slightest interest.
"Hmph, this is my first real fight against someone at the God King level.
Come on, let this Holy Son see how much you really weigh, and whether you're qualified for me to take you in!"
Before his words had faded, Qian Fan slowly extended his right hand and gently took Xu Yuan'er's soft, delicate hand in his, quietly reminding her,
"Yuan'er, follow my instructions during the fight. Don't try to be brave and clash with them head-on, understand?"
Xu Yuan'er nodded obediently and nestled beside Qian Fan like a docile little deer, holding his large hand tightly in both of hers as they gave each other trust and support.
Meanwhile, the Asura God's eyes blazed as he fixed his gaze on the young yet imposing youth before him.
He was inwardly astonished. He had never expected a mere brat less than a hundred years