Dragon Sovereign

"Haha, brat, could it be that you're scared? You're not a coward, you're truly a trash."    

    

Wang Luo burst out in laughter. A low shout came out from the black fog. Following Wang Luo's words, many people frowned.    

    

A cold light flashed in Feng Batian's eyes. This time, even if Wang Luo didn't die, he would still die if he got out. He had told himself before, if anyone said his son was trash in the future, then he would not rest until he died …    

    

There was some anger on Ouyang Xian`er's face, and the purple aura in her eyes suddenly intensified. Feng Batian seemed to sense something, as he turned to look at Ouyang Xian`er in surprise and said, "Xian`er, you've awakened a martial soul!"    

    

As Feng Batian's voice fell, Ouyang Xian`er lifted her head and thought of something. Her face reddened as she gently nodded. "With the help of young master, I broke through to the fifth rank and then awakened my martial soul."    

    

"No wonder." Feng Ba Tian nodded his head, and his gaze landed on the stage once again.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er's beautiful eyes flickered as she shifted her gaze over.    

    

Currently, Zhang Fan, who was hidden deep within the black fog, remained unmoved when he heard Wang Luo's words. He naturally understood that Wang Luo was trying to provoke him. Although his body slightly moved, his eyes became colder and colder.    

    

"Heh, kid, do you dare to come out and fight with me!"    

    

Wang Luo's voice lingered on, his heart was filled with anger when he saw that he was unable to motivate Zhang Fan out no matter what. Wang Luo's voice lingered on, but he saw that he was unable to motivate Zhang Fan out no matter what, so his heart was filled with anger.    

    

However, he didn't understand Zhang Fan's personality. Before, he was a killer, a supreme assassin. If he was teased by others, then he wouldn't deserve the title, Heaven's Punishment.    

    

Wang Luo's eyes flickered with a sense of helplessness. This black mist was his domain, but no matter how he looked at it, it had become an area of advantage for his opponent.    

    

It was because if the stalemate continued, he would be the one to be embarrassed. Just think about it, a martial arts master couldn't do anything to a young man who had just come out of a thatched hut. Not to mention how others viewed him, he himself probably wouldn't be able to pass this hurdle.    

    

Perhaps people despised him for withdrawing the black fog that he had set up, but if he won in the end, he believed that no matter how much he said, it would definitely be sealed.    

    

As he thought of this, the black light on his body began to grow stronger. Since he had already made his decision, he would go and complete it.    

    

A suction force was released from Wang Luo's body. The surrounding black fog immediately surged and attached itself onto Zhang Fan's body.    

    

"I'll tell you to hide!" Wang Luo's face once again revealed a bloodthirsty smile. When the black mist dispersed, Zhang Fan would be met with a crazy blow.    

    

Zhang Fan, who was hidden deep within the black fog, naturally sensed the movements of the black fog. His eyes narrowed as he waited for an opportunity to strike and the best opportunity to strike.    

    

The black mist became thinner bit by bit. Wang Luo's gaze swept back and forth. In an instant, the suction force from his body suddenly became stronger. The energy from his body was stirred up crazily, and the aura belonging to a Martial Master also exploded out.    

    

Some people said that the best time to strike was when one's aura was at its lowest. However, Zhang Fan didn't think so. When his aura was at its highest, perhaps that person's defense was at its lowest.    

    

With the help of the black mist, Zhang Fan's body moved. He spread out his left hand, and a faint golden light appeared. Without the slightest fluctuation, he took a Concealed Steps, and his body transformed into three or four shadows that rushed forward.    

    

When he was less than three meters away from Wang Luo, the sword in Zhang Fan's right hand suddenly vibrated. A violet glow could be seen, and as the sword vibrated, it floated in the air.    

    

He opened his right hand and slapped the sword hilt. A wave of force passed through, causing the sword to tremble. A humming sound appeared, causing Wang Luo's whole body to tremble. The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.    

    

The chilling cold turned into a beautiful arc and swept toward Wang Luo from a different angle. With a crazy chilling cold, it directly swept towards Wang Luo's body. This was the Cloud Sword Art, the second move was another form of attack.    

    

"It's here!" Sensing the murderous aura coming from behind him, Wang Luo sneered. The black belt on his body suddenly burst forth as he turned around and instantly swept behind him.    

    

With a flash of light, Zhang Fan's body moved as fast as lightning, or perhaps it might be more accurate to say like a ferocious tiger waiting for an opportunity. His speed was extremely fast, and he did not create his own opportunity.    

    

The Xuan-Yuan Sword in his left hand instantly released a terrifying, blinding light. The vortex spun crazily as the power of the Purple Clouds technique quickly disappeared. However, a terrifying burst of spirit energy, akin to the eruption of a volcano, instantly erupted.    

    

Before the black mist dissipated, Zhang Fan swung his left hand and a golden light pierced through the sky, sweeping toward Wang Luo's body.    

    

Wang Luo knew that he had been fooled. He felt a bit of ruthlessness in his heart. As the black belt engulfed the incoming sword, he turned around and the trident in his hand surged with a black light.    

    

There was no sound. The trident broke into pieces, and then Wang Luo's face went blank. A look of disbelief appeared on his face. He looked down and saw a bloody hole in his chest.    

    

It was a wet feeling without any pain. Wang Luo stretched out his right hand and rubbed his chest. He opened his hand and saw that his whole palm was soaked in red.    

    

His pupils dilated. Just what kind of attack was this? At this moment, he could clearly feel that his Qi was rapidly dissipating.    

    

He did not dare to believe it. He truly did not dare to believe it. However, what followed was madness. Even if he had to drag someone along with him …    

    

The energy on his body began to rage, and the black belt no longer cared about controlling the sword. The dozen or so black belts mixed with strange black lights swept towards Zhang Fan's body like spiders, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.    

    

Zhang Fan was inwardly shocked. He never thought that Wang Luo would be able to unleash such a powerful attack even when he was about to die.    

    

As his mind trembled, the cyclone in his body once again began to wildly revolve. His left hand once again opened and a golden sword appeared.    

    

The sword contained a transcendent aura, the sword carried a terrifying and sharp aura, the sword carried the aura of an Emperor, Wang Luo's eyes were wide open, this was Zhang Fan's martial spirit sword spirit, it was definitely a top ranked sword spirit, but this sword spirit, had never felt anything like this before, under the sword's aura, he felt like he was submitting to it. To say that the sword looked down on the world was not worth it.    

    

A blinding golden light radiated outwards, and at the moment the Purple Clouds technique within Zhang Fan's body was drawn out, the Xuan-Yuan Sword trembled. The sharp sword qi brought with it an irresistible force, and a dazzling luster, as it erupted forth.    

    

The black mist that hadn't dispersed yet gushed out, shocking everyone present. This sword qi was terrifying, the feeling of transcendence it gave off shook the hearts of many people.    

    

This was especially true for the middle-aged man. His pupils dilated in disbelief. Could it be that this sword Qi was being used by the sword-wielding youth?    

    

While the audience was still in shock, Wang Luo's black belt was completely cut off. He lowered his head again and looked at his chest. Three or four more bloody holes had appeared.    

    

Lifting his head with great difficulty, he looked at Zhang Fan before his lips moved and his body fell to the ground.    

    

With the invasion of the black fog, he immediately felt his entire body go limp and weak. Lifting his right hand, a weak purple light circulated around the sword, and the sword instantly trembled before landing in his hand. As he half-knelt down, the sword in his hand directly fell to the ground.    

    

Clenching his teeth, beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. He, a supreme assassin, would not fall so easily.    

    

Without the support of Wang Luo's energy, the thin layer of the black mist quickly dissipated. At this point, the entire situation on the stage had completely unfolded in front of everyone.    

    

They could clearly see Wang Luo's body lying there, completely lifeless, while that white-robed youth was half-kneeling on the ground. His pale face had a resolute expression on it as he grit his teeth and leaned on his sword as he slowly stood up.    

    

It was a type of mind. It was a type of mind that would never lose itself despite the man's tribulation. It was the type of spirit that would never subside even when the world collapsed …    

    

Without any noise or noise, everyone's eyes landed on the white-robed youth, waiting for the moment he stood up.    

    

He could not fall down, even if he fell down, he would have to stand up and fall down. He, Zhang Fan, was a supreme assassin, an invincible war god in his previous life, if he went limp now, his mentality would first be affected, and on his future cultivation path, he would definitely be affected a little.    

    

Everyone slowly straightened their bodies as they understood how much effort Zhang Fan had put in and how much mental support he had put in.    

    

"Miss …" Zi Ling's voice trembled as she closed her eyes. She didn't dare to look at Zhang Fan anymore.    

    

Ye Xiangxuan's expression was a little dazed. Her inner breathing had set off ripples. Regardless of what Zhang Fan was feeling at this moment, that white-robed youth had now been deeply imprinted into her heart.    

    

Feng Batian did not make any unusual movements. His gaze was only on the white-robed youth. This persistent white-robed youth was his son. He would not help him. The men of the Feng Clan would always rely on him.    

    

At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er's pale face was covered in tears, and she felt waves of pain in her heart. "Young Master …"    

    

The middle-aged man didn't go up to announce the results of the match. His eyes flickered as if he was waiting for something.    

    

"Patriarch …" The man beside Zhang Mo Ben was trembling.    

    

"Trash, all trash." Zhang Mo Ben clenched his fist. His eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light, but his eyes were also filled with deep shock. Zhang Fan's strength seemed to have just broken through to a fifth rank warrior, but how could a fifth rank warrior be jealous? He was really jealous.