"What? The aura of a Heavenly God... no, you succeeded in the Sacred Sacrifice?!"
At that moment, all three Heavenly Gods paled. Sensing his current strength, they could scarcely believe it.
The Little Fiend had stepped into the Sacred Sacrifice Domain!
But wasn't this far too fast? From what they knew, success normally took several times longer.
Had he... broken the record? Their hearts pounded with alarm, their brows tightly furrowed.
Because if this continued, Lin Fan would undoubtedly become the youngest Heavenly God, shattering a legendary record!
"It is only Sacred Sacrifice. You aren't a Heavenly God yet. Do you truly think you can stand alongside us?" The Netherworld Heavenly God snorted, his gaze eerie.
He was all skin and bones, pitch-black from head to toe, and wreathed in thick death force. He looked like a walking skeleton, chillingly sinister.
Yet a closer look revealed how simple this man was. His body had once cultivated an Ancient Monk secret technique, and his bones were golden within, actually possessing supreme yang and indestructible solidity.
Boom!
But the next instant, his words faltered as he finally realized the gravity of the situation. Lin Fan erupted, golden blood energy surging in a shocking torrent.
His terrifying aura, in particular, pressed straight toward the Heavenly God level, not the slightest bit weaker-and perhaps even stronger.
"I hate ghosts more than anything. You aren't even edible. Your existence is a waste of resources, so die!"
Brimming with killing intent, Lin Fan flashed with runes, unleashing terrifying power and gathering it into his fists before hammering them forward.
Golden radiance filled the sky, burning like divine fire. Before his fist light even arrived, it had already torn the heavens apart.
"Brat, you've succeeded in angering me!"
The Underworld Clan Heavenly God's face darkened. A junior