“You’re talking to me?” Chen Fan looked up, his cold gaze was like two sharp swords, rushing into Cao Yuan’s eyes and making his soul tremble.0

For a moment, the image of a towering heavenly god flashed in Cao Yuan’s mind—Chen Fan. It was as if he stood above all, commanding the gods with an unchallenged authority.0

“Hmph!” Cao Yuan's expression became ugly and he snorted coldly.0

With a surge of spiritual will, he shattered the divine figure in his mind, glaring icily at Chen Fan with his demonic eyes.0

“You’re still not qualified to obtain the Dragon Marrow. Get lost now, and you can still leave with your life intact. Otherwise, die!” Cao Yuan’s voice was cold and domineering.0

A terrifying demonic aura spread from him, darkening the very air around...0