Is This Really My Son?

Even though Lin Feng had accelerated time to change from a baby to an adolescent, he still could not conceal the juvenile look on his face. For such a juvenile adolescent, however strong his bloodline was, what was the use?

"What nonsense. Even your father was almost killed by me. You're just a newborn brat. How dare you spout nonsense about killing me?"

The Nine Revolutions Ravaging Daeva's expression was dark as he stared at Lin Feng. Although Lin Feng was a little miraculous, he actually did not take it to heart. He could sense that the aura on Lin Feng's body was still that of a Titled Daeva.

Although he had the strength of a Titled Daeva as soon as he was born, and his aura had even soared just now, reaching that of a peak Titled Daeva, the Nine Revolutions Ravaging Daeva was confident in himself. As long as it was a Titled Daeva, he had nothing to fear. Among Titled Daevas, the Nine Revolutions Ravaging Daeva could be considered almost invincible.