Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan smiled. Now that he understood what had happened, he was extremely angry in his heart. However, his strength was still lacking.    

    

"When you go out, you must learn how to endure."    

    

Feng Batian spoke with a serious tone, "People who achieve great things do so patiently."    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded.    

    

"Get ready, you can go in two days." Feng Batian spoke again, "Bring Xian'er along. That girl is very good. You must take good care of her as well, okay?"    

    

"Yes." "Don't worry." Zhang Fan nodded. Even if Feng Batian hadn't said anything, he would definitely have taken good care of Ouyang Xian'er.    

    

Feng Batian's lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end. He glanced at Zhang Fan with a profound look in his eyes.    

    

"Father …" Zhang Fan's lips moved, "What kind of clan is our family?"    

    

"In another great empire, the Feng Clan's martial spirit, the Golden Dragon, is the symbol of the clan." Feng Batian said softly, "Your mother's family is from the Eastern Palace Clan, and her martial spirit is the Fire Phoenix, a top beast spirit. She is also a first-rate power!"    

    

"I got it." Zhang Fan nodded his head. He wanted to know more about this information, so he could go find them when he was strong enough.    

    

"Okay, okay." Feng Batian smiled. He naturally understood Zhang Fan's meaning, and he became increasingly satisfied with his son. Finally, when Zhang Fan stood up, he said solemnly, "You must protect that Dragon Jade well and not leak it out, or else others will find out."    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded.    

    

Seeing Zhang Fan's departing back, Feng Batian's eyes revealed a misty look. He leaned back in his chair and his eyes became misty. He then muttered, "Ying Ying, I'm going to look for you."    

    

Walking out of Feng Batian's room, Zhang Fan's expression was slightly heavy. He didn't stop Feng Batian because he couldn't. He understood that Feng Batian had been hiding for so many years, if it wasn't for him, he would have gone long ago.    

    

He would not stop them. Right now, all he wanted to do was to become stronger and become stronger …    

    

Zhang Fan walked back to his room with a determined look on his face.    

    

The first thing he felt was that the dragon jade contained a strange energy, and the doubt in his eyes deepened. What was the use of this dragon jade? But he didn't think much of it, and after putting it into his ring, he sat down cross-legged, using his consciousness to draw out the incomparably pure energy of the world from the jade pendant, and began to cultivate.    

    

Two days later, Zhang Fan gazed at the main gate of the Feng Clan with a misty expression. He then turned to Ouyang Xian`er and said, "Xian`er, let's go."    

    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er bit her lips as she glanced at the main gate of the Feng Clan, her eyes instantly turning red. She was about to leave this place. Who knew when she would be able to return this time.    

    

"Young master, we can still come back, right?"    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and gently pulled the hair on Ouyang Xian`er's face to his ear. He said, "Don't worry. I even brought you back."    

    

Ouyang Xian`er lightly nodded her head and said, "Then when we leave, will the old master be lonely?"    

    

"Hur hur." Zhang Fan's heart once again felt heavy, but he still said with a smile, "Don't worry. It won't happen. We can come back to see him often."    

    

Ouyang Xian`er looked at the door longingly once more before looking at Zhang Fan and saying, "Young Master, let's go then."    

    

"Okay." Zhang Fan smiled as he pulled Ouyang Xian`er's hand and walked towards the city gates.    

    

In the northeast of Floating Cloud Country, it would take about two days to get there on foot.    

    

Walking out of Floating Cloud Country's main gate, Zhang Fan couldn't help but take another look at the scene before taking a deep breath. He looked at Ouyang Xian'er, who also had a look of reluctance to leave, and headed out.    

    

Walking out of Floating Cloud Country was a small, lush forest. Although there were magical beasts in and out of the forest, they weren't particularly strong. At most, they were only of the Middle Third Order, so Zhang Fan's strength shouldn't be too much of a problem to deal with.    

    

Walking along this small path, Zhang Fan discovered that his entire being had calmed down and calmed down. Ouyang Xian`er's previous loneliness had also turned into happiness. Holding Zhang Fan's hand, the two of them were like a couple.    

    

At noon, Zhang Fan took out some dry rations from his storage ring and ate them before setting out on his journey again.    

    

Deep into the night, Zhang Fan brought Ouyang Xian`er to a place deeper into the forest where they could rest.    

    

Looking at Ouyang Xian'er in his arms, Zhang Fan had a smile on his face. At this moment, his perception suddenly fluctuated, and his eyebrows creased. He immediately became vigilant. With a glance, he saw Ouyang Xian'er gently put her down, standing up and looking around with her black eyes.    

    

"Sou!" A black silhouette dashed over with a whistling sound, rushing towards Zhang Fan.    

    

Zhang Fan's expression slightly changed. In order to not disturb Ouyang Xian`er, he moved forward to face her. But at this moment, a sneer suddenly rang out and a powerful energy was transmitted from his body.    

    

With a groan, his body instantly dashed to the side, because behind him was Ouyang Xian`er. Although Ouyang Xian`er's strength had already reached the seventh grade of the Fighter realm, she still had no ability to resist when facing off against an expert, so he had to lead the black shadow away.    

    

He was a little confused. Who was the killer and the thief? They didn't seem to have anything on them right? The enemy hadn't offended anyone when he first came out, right?    

    

"Want to run?" A sneer appeared on his face as he chased after Zhang Fan.    

    

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly. He was afraid that the other party would not catch up to him.    

    

After speeding along for a long time, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped in place. The instant he did, the figure also stopped in place.    

    

"Why aren't you running anymore?" The voice was cold and filled with anger.    

    

Zhang Fan became even more confused as he looked at the figure and said, "Who are you? We don't seem to have any grudges against you, right?"    

    

"Haha." After hearing this, the figure immediately broke out into a loud laughter, carrying a hint of desolation. His body slightly trembled, and after a long while, he stopped and looked at Zhang Fan, "I've been looking for a very long time. This time, I've finally found a chance! Feng Batian, I'll let you experience the pain of losing your son."    

    

"You're Zhang Mo Ben!" Zhang Fan's face changed, and he immediately reacted. It had been a long time, and they had thought that Zhang Mo would have already left. They hadn't expected him to be so patient.    

    

"Hmph." The figure coldly snorted, looked at Zhang Fan, and said, "What a great young master Feng, you have made me have a whole new level of respect for you. If it wasn't for today, you wouldn't have survived!"    

    

A grey light flashed and a grey wolf appeared. With a light grasp of its hand, Zhang Mo's own aura became thicker and stronger.    

    

A serious expression immediately appeared on Zhang Fan's face. As the head of the family, Zhang Mo's strength definitely could not be underestimated. If he were to do it well, he would definitely suffer a great deal of damage.    

    

In that moment, his mind began to wander. In a situation where there was a huge gap in strength, he had to think of all possible paths of retreat and how to respond to this decision.    

    

"Die." Zhang Mo shouted coldly. In less than a second, he arrived in front of Zhang Fan. There wasn't any superfluous cultivation technique nor any superfluous soul skills. There was only pure energy.    

    

However, this terrifying energy was something that Zhang Fan could feel his breathing being suppressed.    

    

The sixth layer of the Purple Clouds technique was activated in an instant. The long sword on his back was unsheathed in an instant, bringing with it a boundless killing intent and the sword intent he had comprehended.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan had completely calmed down. He didn't have the slightest fear, only a sonorous battle intent. He didn't have the slightest fear, only a fearless courage …    

    

Bang! Another ear-piercing sound rang out as the energy exploded, causing ripples to appear again. Zhang Fan's face paled as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying backwards, and his Qi became much weaker.    

    

Zhang Mo Ben's figure also stiffened. In the midst of the crazy sword intent, many fine wounds appeared on his body. He was a little shocked. Perhaps he was careless, but the other party was already so powerful at such a young age.    

    

After some thought, Zhang Mo Ben's gaze became even colder and filled with killing intent. He once again dashed towards Zhang Fan's body. He opened his right hand and shouted, "Wolf Blade!"    

    

As the sound of his voice faded, countless sharp auras pierced through the air and rushed towards Zhang Fan.    

    

Zhang Fan's pupils contracted. He also felt powerless, but that did not mean that he was courting death …    

    

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, then took a few more steps forward.    

    

"Bang." The three huge trees instantly collapsed, showing how powerful Zhang Mo Ben's attack was.    

    

Zhang Mo sneered as he charged forward once again. With a grey glow floating in the air, his right hand quickly opened up and a sharp claw made of energy flew towards Zhang Fan's chest with an ear-piercing sound.    

    

If Zhang Fan were to be struck by this strike, breaking the bore would definitely be possible.    

    

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan's eyes shone with a bright light.    

    

"Sky Shattering!" Gritting his teeth, countless sword shadows swept across the area.    

    

Zhang Mo smiled disdainfully. This kind of strength might work on others, but it was still too weak when compared to others.    

    

As the grey light stirred, the sword shadow was instantly suppressed.    

    

"Bang." Zhang Fan's body was sent flying once again. He only stopped when he crashed into a large tree.    

    

"Die." The sneer sounded again. Zhang Mo Ben's figure had reached the limit …