"You!"
Those purple eyes blazed with unparalleled brilliance at that moment, and the Divine Envoy's gaze locked tightly onto Mu Fan.
"...You know me!?"
When he spoke those words, the Iron Clan People who had followed him in froze at the same time.
Their minds were still turning over the term Mu Fan had uttered, yet the Divine Envoy had actually acknowledged it?
Layilai Clan? What kind of race was that?
Before their simple minds could delve any deeper, that aged voice rang through the valley with suppressed fury:
"And you—how can you possibly ignore Divine Might!"
The Layilai Clan Elder viciously swung his wooden staff again. Visible purple radiance surged from the base of the staff to its tip, then abruptly transformed into a beam of light that shot toward Mu Fan.
A visible shockwave suddenly billowed across the Dragon Rider's surface. With a crackling sound, raging flames ignited out of thin air.
The purple shockwave could not advance even an inch within twenty centimeters of Mu Fan!
Mu Fan stared coldly and impassively at him, the corner of his mouth lifting mockingly beneath his visor.
Then he took another step forward!
Boom!
The psionic energy inherited from a parallel dimension seemed to have been utterly enraged by the repeated provocations.
The ignited shockwave instantly surged several meters high. Mu Fan passed through the rootless flames without suffering a scratch.
"Is this... Divine Might?"
Mu Fan's cold mockery was like a sharp blade plunged into the other's heart.
A trace of blood actually surfaced on the Layilai Clan Elder's terrifying, mummified face.
It was the expression of someone enraged after being utterly humiliated.
Yet Mu Fan's next words nearly made him spit blood.
"Then this god is far too cheap."
Each word landed like a war hammer upon a