Dragon Sovereign

Although his opponent's strength wasn't that great, it was still enough to affect him to a certain extent. For example, right now, he was feeling very flustered, so he also became more and more powerful. His eyes also gradually turned cold as he looked at Zhang Fan.    

    

"Come." Zhang Fan felt the pressure suddenly increase. He couldn't help but let out a shout. The purple light around his body rapidly trembled as he once again sent a palm strike towards Wang Luo.    

    

The purple light was mixed in with the surrounding and quickly burst forth. The bright purple light formed a huge palm imprint.    

    

Wang Luo's eyes narrowed. The opponent seemed to be getting braver from the battle. It seemed like he had to use some important means, or else the opponent would forget his surname.    

    

He spread out his right hand, and black energy instantly condensed into the palm of his hand. A fierce aura spread out in all directions, and at this moment, Wang Luo's pupils were somewhat black.    

    

"Explosive Palm!"    

    

As Wang Luo's voice fell, the huge palm quickly pressed down toward Zhang Fan with lightning speed. Black light floated around it, giving it a very strange appearance.    

    

The Explosive Palm, a high-grade yellow-rank skill. It could not be unleashed as quickly as possible and its power could be improved upon in an instant. The most important point was that the Explosive Palm could not dissipate unless the opponent had the same strength to resist it.    

    

When the two came into contact, Zhang Fan's palm imprint instantly dissipated. The speed of the black palm imprint didn't slow down in the slightest as it charged towards Zhang Fan.    

    

Many people in the crowd exclaimed. Feng Batian's tiger-like eyes flashed brightly as his aura began to circulate. He clenched his fists tightly as he thought, "This cultivation technique is very powerful, so what if Zhang Fan's life was in danger? So what if he broke the rules here?"    

    

Ouyang Xian`er closed her eyes as her body trembled.    

    

In the distance, Ye Xuan, Zi Ling, and Zi Ling also closed their eyes in fear. Although Ye Xuan's eyes were wide open, there was a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes.    

    

The Qi tornado revolved around Zhang Fan in a frenzy. The surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth condensed towards Zhang Fan. The middle-aged man was slightly surprised. How could Zhang Fan's absorption of the energy of Heaven and Earth be so fast?    

    

When the black palm came down, the purple light instantly erupted like a rising flame.    

    

"Bang." A huge force pressed down, causing a loud groan to ring out. Zhang Fan's body instantly bent down, almost falling to his knees.    

    

Zhang Fan's white robe was wildly fluttering. His face was full of indifference and resolution. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glow as he slowly stood up.    

    

That desolate figure seemed to be filled with determination. Perhaps his movements were a bit slow, but his unyielding spirit deeply shocked everyone present. This young man was not simple …    

    

Feng Ba Tian tightly clenched his fist, his tiger eyes were trembling. His own son, this was his son.    

    

At this moment, everyone had an illusion that this youth was no longer a boy, but a man who could support the heavens. That strong standing back and that unyielding spirit deeply shocked them …    

    

"Miss!" Zi Ling tightly held onto Ye Xuan's clothes, her eyes looking at the figure on the stage, her face full of worry.    

    

Ye Xuan was also having a hard time calming down. The trash in front of her, the genius of today, the difference between the two was too great. It was so huge that it was hard for him to accept. Was that sonorous youth really Feng Ling? She really didn't dare to imagine it.    

    

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth as bean-sized sweat began to fall from his face. He frowned as the Qi vortex in his body began to spin even more violently.    

    

Ye Zichen revealed an ugly smile. Come on, the more powerful the better.    

    

Zhang Fan's body straightened up even more as he let out a low growl.    

    

Wang Luo looked at Zhang Fan, who was slowly standing up. His eyes narrowed, and hidden deep within his eyes was a deep sense of shock.    

    

Taking a deep breath, the black light on Wang Luo's body also began to tremble. No matter how strong you are, in this absolute distance, you are still an existence that is like a flower vase.    

    

Wang Luo sneered as his strength suddenly increased.    

    

With a muffled groan, Zhang Fan's standing body was pushed down again. When his knees were less than three inches from the ground, he was stopped by Zhang Fan.    

    

The big bean sized stream of sweat flowed even faster. However, his eyes were covered with a layer of purple light. He heard the sound of something breaking and felt the pressure increase.    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes burst out with madness, and his body once again straightened up. He lifted his head in an instant, and his slightly tender face landed on Wang Luo. He smiled, extended his trembling right hand, and spread out his index finger.    

    

Wang Luo was momentarily stunned, or perhaps, everyone present was stunned as well. Zhang Fan was really courting death! He still dared to provoke at this time and place …    

    

"Patriarch, this trash is really courting death." A man sitting next to Zhang Mo Ben had a cold smile on his face.    

    

Zhang Mo also sneered. "Die, it's better if you die earlier. In fact, he's actually a bit anxious. What is the meaning of the person I found here?"    

    

"You're courting death!" Wang Luo saw Zhang Fan's disdainful expression. Did that mean he didn't dare to do anything to him?!    

    

With these words, Wang Luo's strength gradually increased. With a cold look on his face, he said, "Since you want to die, don't blame me."    

    

As Wang Luo's strength increased, the restless purple glow on Zhang Fan's body became more irregular. The Qi whirlpool in his body started to spin at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye. The Power of the Heavens and the Earth started to condense towards Zhang Fan's direction.    

    

"F * ck you, break through." Zhang Fan let out a thunderous roar, forcefully enduring the immense pressure as he instantly stood up. In that instant, it was as if everything around him disappeared. Zhang Fan stood there arrogantly, his perception instantly soaring to a whole new level.    

    

His black pupils opened and the purple intent was abnormally dense. The rate at which the Heaven and Earth powers were absorbed increased.    

    

The Purple Clouds Art had a fourth level performance. Its perception was greatly boosted, and the Qi Vortex expanded, allowing it to absorb energy faster and faster. He wasn't trash, and in such a short period of time, he was already at the fourth level.    

    

Perhaps at the beginning, he had the help of the jade pendant, but he persevered. His heart never changed. Become stronger. Peak. Waiting for his father. Even if he died, he would have no regrets …    

    

After breaking through the fourth layer, Zhang Fan could clearly feel the pressure on him lighten. The purple light around his body started to stir as he looked at Wang Luo with an indifferent expression, his eyes were covered with purple light.    

    

The entire audience was stunned. Zhang Fan's lofty figure stood upright, giving off a sense of steadiness.    

    

The referee was even more unable to believe it. He could feel the energy being stirred up by Zhang Fan become abnormally dense. Could it be that Zhang Fan had broken through? But how could he still break through under such circumstances?    

    

Although his own explosive strength had reached eighty percent, he still believed that Zhang Fan was not able to endure that level of strength. However, what had happened at this moment, Zhang Fan's expression became visibly more relaxed.    

    

"Die." Wang Luo shouted once again. All his strength suddenly exploded.    

    

As the pressure increased, Zhang Fan frowned and slightly suppressed his breathing. He had made a breakthrough, but his strength was still a bit weaker than Wang Luo's.    

    

Since he had achieved the desired effect, there was no need for him to continue like this.    

    

He opened his right hand, and a dense amount of elemental energy instantly gathered in his palm. The resplendent violet light became somewhat dazzling. He clenched his right hand tightly, and a surge of wild energy erupted from Zhang Fan's body.    

    

The difference between the performance of the fourth floor and the third floor was extremely huge. In that instant, the explosive energy spread out. That illusory energy hand print instantly turned illusory.    

    

"Break."    

    

With an indifferent growl, the illusory palm print instantly vanished into thin air.    

    

Everyone present became excited. It was as if the youth that had created the miracle had returned. The silence lasted for only a moment, and the clamor instantly became loud and fiery. The atmosphere once again reached a crazy climax.    

    

"After suppressing me for so long, it's my turn now, right?"    

    

Zhang Fan looked up, a cold smile on his face.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The sound of the sword being unsheathed carried the sound of breaking through the air. The illusory figure suddenly dashed towards Wang Luo with strange steps. Its speed was very fast, and the most important thing was to change direction.    

    

"What kind of technique is this?" Everyone present was stunned.    

    

Tracing step, the fourth layer of the cultivation technique could be fully displayed. The effect made it impossible for the opponent to detect the changes in his figure, as well as the changes between attacks.    

    

In his previous life, he had used this movement technique proficiently, but at first, he was a little unfamiliar with it. However, when he was in front of Wang Luo, he became more and more proficient, especially with the support of the fourth layer of Purple Clouds.    

    

Perhaps all the illusory figure could see was a violet flash.    

    

"Broken Sword!"    

    

An ear-piercing hum, accompanied by the overbearing sword Qi, instantly erupted.    

    

Wang Luo instantly smelled a hint of danger and was somewhat amazed. How did Zhang Fan's strength suddenly increase by so much?    

    

Astonished, Wang Luo's reaction speed was also very fast. The triangle-shaped trident brought with it a raging black energy as it swept out.    

    

"Sizzle."    

    

The ear-piercing sound caused everyone's scalps to go numb. Zhang Fan revealed a strange smile as the sword in his hand instantly trembled. He did not want to underestimate this point. The force that was transmitted out was not ordinary.    

    

Broken sword. As the name implied, it broke the opponent's weapon. For the first time, this kind of force caused the weapon to fall and the force to dissipate.    

    

Wang Luo, who hadn't been prepared in the slightest, was instantly stunned by this force. The trident in his hand trembled due to the impact, and he instantly clenched his right hand tightly. His right hand shook a little bit, and he clenched his teeth as he held the trident in his hand.