Glory World, Open-Air Square.
As Luo Feng's words fell, the entire Open-Air Square went silent. Then, like a volcano that had been building pressure for ages, it erupted.
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"He-he admitted it!"
"He's really a World Lord? A World Lord who's only cultivated for a few thousand years? He's really that human genius, Luo Feng!"
"Blade River King! Luo Feng! I challenge you! Name your stakes!"
"Count me in! Let me see just how good this human genius who shook the universe in only a few thousand years really is!"
Things had been manageable before Luo Feng revealed his identity. The moment he did, however, he ignited a wave of frenzy ten, even a hundred times stronger than before, making the alien inheritors challenging him even more excited.
And beyond those provocative inheritors, those who had merely been watching, or had even dismissed the matter, now had astonishing light blazing in their eyes.
A World Lord who had cultivated for only a few thousand years? Combat strength at the king rank limit? A Winged Supreme Treasure in his possession? He was a living legend.
Defeat him!
Luo Feng was a peerless genius renowned throughout the Human Race, and his combat strength was at the king rank limit. There was no question of bullying someone weaker, whether they fought him for fame and fortune or for some other purpose.
At that moment, quite a few inheritors were itching to act.
One miracle like Yang Zheng, the Lord of Blood Prison, was enough to shake the universe. They absolutely refused to believe that this human, Luo Feng, could repeat such a legend.
Luo Feng stood where he was, watching the plaza boil over. Deep in his eyes, there was only cold fighting intent and