Dragon Sovereign

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's right hand started moving. The crazy sword intent was like a volcanic eruption.    

As the sword shadows arrived at their destination, they didn't need to deliberately look for it to instantly appear.    

With no chance of condescension, the frenzied sword images instantly rotated to the front of the man.    

The man was somewhat shocked. At this moment, he felt that Zhang Fa seemed to have disappeared, and what came his way was a sword, Zhang Fan's, sharp and terrifying aura.    

A momentary blank stare could very well lead to failure.    

Experts would fight for every second. And Zhang Fan, who had comprehended the first level of sword intent, had reached an extreme speed.    

The instant Zhang Fan's body brushed past him, a dozen or so wounds appeared on the man's body. There were two on his face, and his clothes were falling off.    

The man broke out in a cold sweat. If Zhang Fan had raised his sword a little higher, perhaps his wound would have reached his neck. Or perhaps, Zhang Fan could have controlled it, otherwise if the wound had reached his neck, he would still be hanging on the wall.    

"Thank you." Zhang Fan turned around and looked at the man as he spoke softly. He knew that the man was purposefully suppressing his emotions. Otherwise, the bed he would have been in would have been even bigger.    

The man's grasp of the situation was very good, so he had to thank him. If it wasn't for his constant suppression and his sense of propriety, he probably wouldn't have been able to comprehend this level as well.    

"I admit defeat in this battle." Before the man could say anything, Zhang Fan took the initiative to say something. The purple glow around his body slowly disappeared, and his figure seemed to turn sluggish. His pale face was extremely shocking.    

Zhang Fan looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "I, Zhang Fan, thank you for all your love and love. Thank you for supporting me."    

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth curled up as he said, "At least let me know that I'm not fighting alone."    

As Zhang Fan's words fell, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then burst into an uproar. From the first round of the competition, Zhang Fan's approval rating was only a fraction of what it should have been, and now he was more than ninety percent a dark horse.    

After so many battles, Zhang Fan had gained even more passionate fans.    

"This is my last battle. I lost this battle, I hope everyone doesn't blame me."    

Zhang Fan let out a breath. His face was pale, but when he said those words, it caused him to feel a bit sad. It didn't matter if they had money or not. They all wished for Zhang Fan to stay.    

The previous hubbub instantly turned into silence.    

"Also, I want to say that there are two reasons why I came here. The first is to prove that I am here and the second is to find pressure. In the Floating Cloud Empire, it is fine for you to look down on me and insult me whenever you want. I thank you, because no matter how much of a waste you are, he still has dignity. Under your care, I have also grown up, so being able to stand here is a proof of that. "    

At this point, Zhang Fan stood tall once again. Although his body was swaying slightly, he had an extraordinary aura about him.    

"In addition, I need pressure. I can cultivate better in the face of death. Perhaps I will die here, but I, Zhang Fan, will die without regrets, because there is no coward in the Feng Clan."    

Zhang Fan raised his right hand and pointed at where Feng Batian was and said, "My father is a great man!"    

When I was still trash, what he was enduring was pressure, what I was enduring was the trampling of dignity. What I want to say here is, do not look down on anyone, because perhaps the little person you are trampling on will also successfully grow, to the point where you cannot look straight at him.    

Zhang Fan clenched his fist, his black eyes filled with determination: "I'm not saying how amazing I am, how proud I am to be able to walk this far, because in this place, you are still an insignificant person, so what I want to tell everyone is that if you want others to look up to you, you have to work even harder, and if you work hard, they will have to look up to you."    

"That's all I have to say. Thank you again for your concern."    

Zhang Fan bowed deeply as he supported himself with his sword with his right hand. Step by step, he walked towards the direction of the main hall. Although his body was swaying, every step Zhang Fan took was still as firm and steady as before.    

When Zhang Fan was halfway there, waves of applause instantly rang out. The hustle and bustle had reached its peak.    

Two-thirds of the people present stood up, waving their hands in the air, as if they were all under the influence of these people. At this moment, all of the people present stood up, as if they were congratulating this proud youth.    

Ye Xuan clenched her fists, her little face was full of excitement as she screamed. At this moment, she still had her image in the field …    

Feng Batian's tiger-like eyes were slightly wet, and his tall tiger body was even trembling a little. His son was indeed extraordinary …    

As for Ouyang Xian`er, she had been crying because she had grown up with Zhang Fan. He understood the hardships Zhang Fan had to endure, and he also understood how Zhang Fan felt right now …    

"This kid is really not simple." Yun Luo took a deep breath and sat down. His expression was slightly complicated. What Zhang Fan had said earlier had deeply shocked him. A trash would still say that Zhang Fan was trash …    

The entire Floating Cloud Country would probably feel a deep sense of pride when they mentioned Zhang Fan, right? After all, this represented the rise of a piece of trash, a trash who had counterattacked …    

"Hehe, my two sons have always been conceited and unordinary. However, they are on a completely different level when compared to this trash that was previously named."    

The elder standing next to Yun Luo nodded his head, his eyes also filled with deep shock.    

The hubbub continued for a long time before calming down. At this time, the middle-aged referee walked up to Zhang Fan. This was a sign of respect towards Zhang Fan.    

"This battle …" When the middle-aged man walked to the man's side and was about to say something, the man opened his mouth, because his eyes were also filled with shock, he took a deep breath and said: "I don't want this victory, I want to leave Feng Ling behind, leave the youth, thank him for taking this lesson for me, I originally lost this battle, haha, but so who will win my life? I just want to say, Feng Ling created a miracle, and I want him to stay on the stage forever …"    

With that, the middle-aged man turned around and walked away without a single trace of regret or urging him to stay …    

The middle-aged man's heart trembled once more. Zhang Fan's words had already affected them …    

"I've decided on the victory this time."    

The man's voice was very powerful. He directly said, "I want to give my final victory to Feng Ling."    

At this point, the moment the man finished speaking, everyone cheered once again.    

The man in the black robe clenched his fists tightly. He was Zhang Mo Ben, who had disappeared a long time ago. The more outstanding Zhang Fan was, the stronger the killing intent in his heart was. Zhang Fan had to die.    

Zhang Fan, who had arrived at the main hall, had a glimmer in his eyes and was filled with excitement. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down, leaned against the stone pillar, and rested for a while.    

He had reached a bottleneck with the fifth layer of the Purple Clouds technique, but he still hadn't broken through yet. Of course, he could pretend to rely on the pill to break through, but if he pretended to rely on it again, he was afraid that it would affect his future cultivation.    

He needed to rely on his own hard work to break through. There might still be pressure here, but this small place was still a small place after all. He had already decided to leave the Floating Cloud Country and walk towards the place where experts were as numerous as the clouds.    

As he walked out of the main hall, Zhang Fan could not help but turn around to take a look. He looked a little wistful, but soon after, his expression became relaxed. When others gave him pressure, he also put pressure on himself, and when he finally reached this step, the pressure on his body instantly disappeared.    

Zhang Fan had only taken a single step when he suddenly stopped. The violet light around his body started to flicker.    

"How could …" Zhang Fan said in disbelief. He could clearly feel the Qi tornado in his body begin to fluctuate. The area it fluctuated in was abnormally wide. If this wasn't the sign of a breakthrough, what else could it be?    

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Fan suddenly sped up and rushed outside.    

At this moment, a figure suddenly charged forward. Zhang Fan was instantly shocked. He tried his best to stop himself, but the inertia of the forward charge caused him to directly leap forward.    

Zhang Fan lowered his head when he heard the exclamation, only to see a young and beautiful girl being pressed down by him. His face was flushed red.    

Zhang Fan jumped up in shock, and quickly helped Ye Xuan up.    

"Are you alright?"    

Glancing at Ye Xuan, Zhang Fan could not help but laugh out loud. 'Why is this girl rushing over at this moment?'    

"I'm fine." Ye Xuan shook her head, her little face was still red as she said: "I want to tell you something!"    

"What is it?"    

Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan in surprise. Why did he feel that this little girl was so strange? Just as he asked this question, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard again. Zhang Fan raised his head and saw Zi Ling also running over.    

"Miss, why are you walking so fast?" Zi Ling was breathing heavily, her white forehead covered in sweat.    

"What is it?" Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan again and asked, thinking that the Qi tornado in his body was getting more and more restless. He was very clear that if this opportunity passed, the next time they met would be …