Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan's mouth split open at this moment, and the energy within his body became even more restless. Under such pressure, he could feel the energy within his body rapidly increasing. If it was long enough, breaking through once more wouldn't be a problem.    

    

"Bang! Bang!" The two of them fell onto the ground again. Their heavy voices seemed to strike at the hearts of everyone present.    

    

Right now, the incense had already burned two-thirds of the way through, so who would be willing to give up? Waves of surging energy represented perseverance.    

    

Although there was only one third of the fragrance left, the people who persisted on at the moment felt as if they were living a life of years, because every minute and every second was an unspeakable torment.    

    

The little magical beast in Zhang Fan's embrace emitted a faint white light. It looked extremely relaxed, but its star-like eyes were filled with amazement. It looked at the old man and could feel that this human was very, very strong.    

    

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, fully focused on his cultivation. He needed even more pressure. If Zhang Fan were to open his eyes now, perhaps he would be able to see madness within them.    

    

In adversity, a tree would eventually become a towering tree, and everything would go smoothly. Any anomaly would cause a tree to grow up to be uprooted.    

    

Moreover, he wanted something to do with Elder Huang's provocation. He had already set himself up to be heaven defying. If he could not even handle this bit of pressure, how could he still be heaven defying?    

    

When he withdrew his gaze, it was on Zhang Fan. Under such pressure, Zhang Fan was still standing straight, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He could feel a crazy flow of martial power from Zhang Fan's body, but it did not have the strength of a Martial Spirit.    

    

Soon after, the pressure increased once again.    

    

Zhang Fan's body also slightly bent. Opening his eyes, his pitch-black pupils, which were as black as ink, revealed a crazed look as he grinned, pushing himself to the limit. He had not been able to break through his limits for a very long time, so how about breaking through a new limit this time?    

    

He seemed to be asking himself a question, but he clenched his teeth as he trembled. He slowly stood up again, and this time, he wasted another five minutes standing up straight.    

    

By now, there was less than a fifth of the incense stick left. Zhang Fan looked at the old man, and his eyes flickered with madness. Once again, a look of desire appeared in his eyes.    

    

When the old man noticed the expression on Zhang Fan's face, his eyes narrowed, and a look of admiration appeared in them.    

    

"Time's up!" At this moment, a man's voice sounded. As his voice fell, the person who had been trying his best to pull him down fell to the ground, breathing heavily without caring about their image.    

    

Zhang Fan was still standing there, glaring at the old man.    

    

The corners of the old man's mouth curled up in a smile. Almost in an instant, a pressure that was like a mountain crushing down on Zhang Fan's body.    

    

With a stuffy groan, Zhang Fan's body instantly bent down. One of his legs was half-kneeling on the ground. If anyone were to pay attention to this, they would discover that Zhang Fan's legs were trembling.    

    

At this time, Zhang Fan smiled. Although his smile looked extremely ugly, it was a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.    

    

This pressure, he could …    

    

The trembling of his body became more and more intense, giving off a feeling as if it would collapse at any moment. However, Zhang Fan's body actually started to straighten bit by bit, along with the muffled sound of his voice.    

    

Perhaps every time he stood up straight, it was an extremely difficult ordeal. Moreover, every time he stood up straight, he might stop for a while. However, he still persisted.    

    

As time passed by, some of the people who had recovered stood up and realized something. Seeing Zhang Fan's appearance, everyone burst out laughing. This was already over. Wasn't this person still acting a little too arrogantly here?    

    

However, Zhang Fan didn't care about the looks of the surrounding people. He only cared if he could break through the limits, and if the old man's pressure would continue to persist.    

    

His body continued to stand up straight, bit by bit. Not a single time was a torment for Zhang Fan.    

    

The energy on his body surged crazily as his pitch-black pupils became even more frenzied.    

    

"Hey, I, Zhang Fan, have experienced more than just this bit of pressure …" Zhang Fan lifted his head with difficulty and looked at the old man. His eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth tightly. Suddenly, his body tensed up a bit.    

    

"If others laugh at me, I will care about who understands what I think." As his voice faded, his body tensed up once again.    

    

At this moment, that purple energy was wildly floating around Zhang Fan's body, giving off a very unstable feeling.    

    

"I can't bear this little bit of pain … If I fall right now, I won't enter Cang Yun …" The voice sounded extremely difficult, but everyone present could clearly feel the conviction in the voice.    

    

"It's just a bit of suffering. If I can't even withstand this bit of pressure, how can I defy the heavens?"    

    

"…"    

    

Every time a sentence was uttered, Zhang Fan would straighten his body.    

    

"I've taken all sorts of hardships before. My request is to stand tall even if it means death. I, Zhang Fan, am not afraid of a little pressure!"    

    

When Zhang Fan finally stood up, the energy on his body began to surge even more violently.    

    

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the old man. After a long time, he said, "This bit of pressure is not enough. Just get a little bit stronger!"    

    

A look of surprise appeared in the old man's eyes when he heard this. After a long time, he slowly said, "As you wish." As the old man's voice fell, Zhang Fan's body once again bent in a flash.    

    

"Haha, well done!" Zhang Fan sneered as his eyes turned red. The little magical beast in his embrace had eyes filled with pain, and it seemed that the only person who could understand was Zhang Fan.    

    

Perhaps, at that very instant, the people present finally understood something. Zhang Fan wasn't acting out of himself there, but was suffering from a terrifying pressure. Perhaps, no one knew how much pressure there was, but this pressure was definitely even greater than what they were enduring just now.    

    

At this time, many people's faces turned red. The same age group and the same level of strength, how could they continue to grow stronger and stronger, and the most important reason why they were able to relax earlier was because Zhang Fan seemed to have never used his martial soul before.    

    

Shock, absolute shock. Who would still dare to look down on Zhang Fan? No one would dare to look down on him now.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan's body was still slowly standing up. No one could have such a terrifying conviction in their heart …    

    

All of them felt admiration in their hearts. At this moment, Zhang Fan was definitely something that everyone present wanted to see.    

    

Zhang Fan felt pain. Absolute pain. His body felt like it was about to collapse under such wild and violent pressure. However, he had to break through this limit! He didn't want to prove himself, but rather had high expectations for himself …    

    

At this moment, the gazes of everyone present were focused on Zhang Fan. At this moment, no one understood what he was trying to do, but their eyes were filled with admiration …    

    

Stretching his body little by little, Zhang Fan closed his eyes again. He was feeling his touch, and the martial power in his body had become even more frenzied than before. The purple aura on his body was getting denser and denser.    

    

Zhang Fan also felt his body becoming lighter and lighter as the energy enveloped his body. Was he about to break through?    

    

Opening his eyes once again, his pupils instantly lit up, and the straightening speed of his body clearly became faster and faster.    

    

"Break for laozi!"    

    

When he was still about 45 degrees from being straight, Zhang Fan suddenly shouted out loud. His originally curved body seemed to have instantly stopped, and his entire body seemed to have stood upright, and at that moment, Zhang Fan's mind went blank. At that moment, the purple energy frantically surged, and his left hand spread out, and a blurry shadow covered in purple light appeared.    

    

When all of the energy disappeared, the Martial Spirit disappeared, and Zhang Fan's white robe was completely drenched in sweat. At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with shock. Just how much pressure did Zhang Fan suffer?    

    

At this moment, almost everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. The feeling Zhang Fan gave them could only be described with one word, 'abnormal'.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt extremely relaxed. He had once again broken through a certain limit. Even under such pressure, his strength had reached the level of a Grade 7 Martial Grand Master.    

    

However, even though it was easy for people to be envious of someone with a seventh-grade cultivation, they still felt admiration for him.    

    

The old man removed the pressure from Zhang Fan's body. At the same time, Zhang Fan felt a bit uncomfortable and his body swayed, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to stabilize himself in the blink of an eye.    

    

Lifting his head once again, Zhang Fan's gaze landed on the old man. With a slightly hoarse voice, he said, "Thank you."    

    

"You deserve it." The old man's eyes were filled with admiration, and after a long while, his aged voice rang out.    

    

Zhang Fan revealed a smile on his face, then sat down cross-legged. Accompanying the fluctuations of his energy, he began to regulate his own breathing. This breakthrough was still rather sudden for him, so what he needed to do now was at least stabilize his cultivation.    

    

The people around them all swallowed their saliva. Naturally, they could see that Zhang Fan had actually broken through under this kind of pressure. They thought back to the time when they were unable to continue because of that pressure, and felt ashamed in their hearts. If they were given another chance, they might do better than they did now, but if they lost this opportunity, then they would lose it.    

    

Zhang Fan being able to grasp this opportunity definitely had something to do with his personality.