"What makes you think you're worth anything? You don't deserve any consideration from me. Your patriarch might!"
Lin Fan glanced at him, a faint, cold smile on his lips.
At those words, the Immortal Palace Successor's face darkened, and a fierce blaze of anger rose in his heart. He had actually been looked down on. He secretly gritted his teeth.
Wherever he went, every faction normally treated him with deference. No one had ever treated him like this before. It was utterly hateful.
Moreover, his patriarch was a Supreme, lofty and exalted, looking down upon the world. How dare this man speak so wildly, placing himself on equal footing with his patriarch?
As for Yao Kun, although his strength was lacking, he had spoken up on his behalf. If he allowed someone to kill him, it would be his own dignity that suffered.
"Release him and come beg my Immortal Palace for forgiveness. Then I may spare your life!"
The Immortal Palace Successor's tone changed. No longer gentle, he issued an order, a faint killing intent seeping through his words.
At the same time, he felt he should have done this from the start-kill one to warn a hundred and show these people that he remained invincible among his peers, someone no one could offend.
"Little chick, you actually think you can fight me?" Lin Fan laughed.
He stamped his feet, making the entire palace tremble. An enormous roc silhouette appeared behind him, radiating countless layers of golden light.
Then Sun Power spread outward, supremely yang and unyielding, incomparably domineering. It surged toward Di Chong with the force of withered wood snapping and rotten timber crumbling.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and retreated, some even leaving the hall.
This man's Roc Technique was simply too formidable. He