At those words, everyone was stunned, and silence fell. Someone wanted to challenge the Little Sage Emperor?
Whoosh!
Everyone immediately looked over. It was a somewhat swaggering man, but his face looked sickly, as though he had indulged himself to excess.
"Who are you, and why do you want to challenge me?" Lin Fan looked up and asked in confusion.
"My name is Jin Zhifei. I am Jin Hong and Jin Zhan's eighth uncle, and Jin Yunxiao is my second uncle!" the man said, his voice icy.
"Never heard of you. I never bother remembering the names of beasts I can kill with a flick of my hand!" Lin Fan replied casually, not taking him to heart at all.
"You..." Jin Zhifei flew into a rage, his expression turning cold. He, too, had once been hailed as a Heavenly Talent of his generation. When had anyone ever looked down on him like this?
Yet now, his opponent was treating him with utter contempt, even mocking the dead members of the Jin Family as beasts. His expression turned ugly.
"Are you afraid?" Jin Zhifei demanded.
"Zhifei, do not be rude. Who is the Little Sage Emperor? He stands high above us. If anything happened to him, I fear none of us would leave this place today," a Jin Family elder said slowly.
At that, Lin Fan's expression chilled. What did this old bastard mean? Was he finding a roundabout way to call the Sacred Emperor Palace unreasonable and overbearing?
"True enough. I was rash." Jin Zhifei spoke words of apology, but in truth, he was sneering at Lin Fan for being as timid as a mouse.
"Heh. You can challenge me if you like. You should know my rules, right?" Lin Fan sneered, a flash of killing intent crossing his face.