Everyone was stunned.
What outrageous arrogance.
The Golden Winged King hadn't even declared he wanted to fight, yet you proactively asked for a battle. Just how confident do you have to be to act so domineering?
"Alright, I'll grant your wish." Faced with provocation, how could he endure it? The Golden Winged King examined Lin Fan closely, analyzing the situation. Although the man's abilities were yet unknown, judging from appearances:
His physical body is decent.
His mana is passable.
His speed is average.
Everything about him is just average. And average is easier to handle—someone like this could never be his match.
"Golden Wing Brother, be cautious. He's carrying the Sun Destroying Immortal Bow he snatched from me," reminded Left Immortal, who didn't even feel embarrassed bringing it up. After all, everyone already knew about it—saying it aloud changed nothing about the way people thought.
