The Martial Artists from the Spirit Suppressing Domain had grim expressions. If Ye Fan failed, no one would be left to suppress the West Spirit King. For the world they protected, this could mean a lifetime of enslavement.
At that moment, Ye Fan said coldly, "So what if you have Rock Divine Blood? I can fight it all the same!"
"And what will you use to fight the power of the Divine Race? Your unawakened Ancestor Realm Bloodline? Or that Sword of Slaughter?" the West Spirit King mocked.
Although either of those items could easily suppress the Divine Race, there was no doubt that in Ye Fan's hands, their true strength could not be wielded.
Ye Fan replied coldly, "That's right. Since they both chose me, I can master them!" His words were incredibly domineering.
But seeing him, looking like an oil lamp about to burn out, no one believed he could actually suppress the West Spirit King.
The West Spirit King gazed down from on high, looking at Ye Fan as if a god were eyeing an ant.
