Lan Zhengqing's eyes erupted with raging fire, glaring fiercely at Lin Fan, wisps of white smoke rising from his head. He was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his mouth was askew, as if he were about to explode.
Arrogant!
So utterly arrogant!
Even though Lin Fan had ascended two great realms in less than an hour, from Ninth Rank Saint Emperor to Supreme of Ancient Ninth Layer!
But in his eyes, he was still as insignificant as a sesame-sized ant.
Not worth mentioning!
Insignificant!
Vulnerable!
Yet it was this kind of person who dared to challenge him in front of everyone, even claiming that he would solve him.
Absolutely ridiculous!
Laughable!
Lin Fan's brain must be faulty, it definitely is.
No sane person would use their Supreme of Ancient Ninth Layer status to challenge the power of a Middle Heavenly Venerate.
What does this mean?
It's like an ant challenging an elephant, a rabbit challenging a lion, or a bicycle crashing into a rocket!
