Lin Fan did not regard the Demon King before him as a threat.
The gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
If not for the matter of fate.
They would never have encountered each other.
The Demon King shifted his gaze from the baby girl and glared angrily at Lin Fan, "Who are you? A mere human cultivator who doesn't rush to escape to save his life but dares to come here? You're courting death!"
Lin Fan simply looked too young.
To the Demon King, someone so young couldn't possibly be powerful—a single slap would be enough to kill him. As for the sense of danger earlier, he assumed it was caused by the baby girl.
That aura was terrifying.
It shared the same origin as his own.
Lin Fan maintained a calm expression, and without further words, he summoned the Hell Spear and then threw it directly at the Demon King. He wished to conclude the matter quickly so he could investigate the mystery surrounding fate.
What secrets were hidden within?
Whoosh!
