Across the firmament, radiant colors streamed amid flashing lightning and roaring thunder, as though the heavens themselves were about to collapse!
With a thunderous crash, someone swung his fist, unleashing boundless, blazing radiance that tore through the void as he descended upon the scene.
It was Lightning Son, a young supreme of his race. Lin Fan recognized him; not long ago, they had fought over the Heaven and Earth Bag, and one of his arms had been blasted apart.
Now, however, his right hand had grown back. Clearly, he had taken sacred Treasure Medicine and received help from a powerful figure to reattach the limb; only then could he have recovered so quickly.
"Isn't this the One-Armed King? What, you've come running back to your death?" Lin Fan teased, the corners of his mouth lifting.
"Don't get cocky. This time, I'll kill you!" Lightning Son roared angrily, his eyes gleaming gold, every inch of his body covered in lightning symbols.
"What a pity. You're a humanoid creature, so I can't eat you even if I kill you. It would turn my stomach." Lin Fan shook his head, looking regretful.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a dragon's roar rang out, splitting heaven and earth. Clouds churned across the firmament, and a demon dragon danced through them, glittering with purple light.
His enormous body filled the entire sky, stretching across it like a suspended mountain range. His huge eyes resembled blood-red bronze bells, terrifying beyond measure.
"Yao Yi! He's here!" someone cried out. He was a First Generation from the Demon Dragon Dao Sect, incomparably powerful.
At that moment, the spectators drawn over by the commotion could no longer remain calm. Three First Generations had gathered just to deal with one man. What an imposing lineup!
In truth, Lin Fan had already slaughtered his way