Dragon Sovereign

At this moment, Zhang Fan had already become the focus of everyone present.    

    

As time passed, Zhang Fan's body seemed to have stood up with the help of the sword.    

    

A trace of perseverance appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face once again. With a low shout, Zhang Fan's body suddenly stood up, his tensed body standing proudly.    

    

At that moment, everyone was in a daze. He had done it. They might not know how much damage Zhang Fan had suffered, but his pale face bore testimony to the fact that the black fog was poisonous. Who didn't know that?    

    

Zhang Fan did it, and he really did. After a moment of silence, the entire square erupted with cheers of praise. This young man once again created an opportunity.    

    

The middle-aged man's mind trembled, and his body appeared on the platform. He walked up to Zhang Fan, lifted his tensed arm, and quickly said, "Zhang Fancheng."    

    

As the referee's voice fell, the entire arena once again erupted into a terrifying clamor. At this point, the Martial Hall once again set off an enormous climax.    

    

When the middle-aged man released Zhang Fan's hand, Zhang Fan's pale face revealed a trace of an ugly smile, and then his eyelids became heavy, as his entire body fell down. However, when he fell down, he once again clearly felt the Xuanyuan sword tremble within his body, and a piece of information appeared in his mind.    

    

"Ling'er!"    

    

Just as the middle-aged man was about to help Zhang Fan up, a domineering aura instantly appeared in front of him. A tall figure instantly landed on the battle stage. The terrifying aura caused the middle-aged man to be a bit startled.    

    

Feng Batian didn't even look at the man. He directly carried Zhang Fan, and with a terrifying surge of energy, his body soared into the sky.    

    

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Batian's retreating back, his heart trembling once again. Just what level of strength had Feng Batian reached, his strength was at the realm of Martial King, a level where no one in the entire Floating Cloud Country could match him. However, Feng Batian's instantaneous aura did not allow him to resist at all.    

    

As the two left, the hubbub in the arena grew even louder. It was extremely lively.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er left her seat and quickly ran outside.    

    

"Miss, where are you going?" Zi Ling suddenly saw Ye Xuan stand up, and she was shocked inside. She quickly stood up and followed Ye Xuan outside.    

    

"Hmph." Zhang Mo looked at Feng Batian's retreating back and snorted. He then stood up and walked outside with a cold expression on his face.    

    

"Zhang Fan has killed a Martial Ancestor Realm inner disciple! Zhang Fan is dead for sure!"    

    

The man sitting beside Zhang Mo Ben also quickly followed him out.    

    

The middle-aged referee announced that he would rest for a moment before making his arrangements for the next match.    

    

Zhang Fan opened his eyes. The first thing he felt was his general powerlessness; his body moved. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the same situation as when he had first arrived, without any strength in his body.    

    

He closed his eyes again and examined his body. He discovered that the poison had already been removed from his body. The air whirl within his body was slowly rotating and healing his body.    

    

Zhang Fan exhaled, then opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.    

    

The door opened and Ouyang Xian`er entered with a tray. When she saw Zhang Fan struggling to get up, she put it down and quickly walked up to him.    

    

A fragrant aroma wafted into his nose as Ouyang Xian`er half sat Zhang Fan up.    

    

"Young master …" Seeing Zhang Fan's pale face, Ouyang Xian`er's eyes reddened once more. If she didn't try to hold it back, tears would have fallen from her eyes long ago.    

    

Zhang Fan's pale face revealed a trace of a smile. "What time is it now?"    

    

"It's already late, young master you have been unconscious all day." Ouyang Xian`er bit her lip. "Old master has already forced your poison out. Young master, are you feeling any better now?"    

    

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Zhang Fan gently shook his head.    

    

"Young Master, are you hungry? I'll feed you something!" The little girl sat up by the bed and took out a bowl of rice porridge from the tray on the table.    

    

After eating a spoonful of rice porridge that Ouyang Xian`er had carefully fed him, a peculiar expression appeared on Zhang Fan's pale face. Ouyang Xian`er couldn't help but say, "Young Master, Miss Ye also came to visit you."    

    

"Is that so?" Zhang Fan had a strange look in his eyes. "What is she doing here?"    

    

Ouyang Xian`er lightly shook her head and said, "I don't know either. After seeing the poison in the young master's body being forced out by the old master, I left."    

    

"Oh." Zhang Fan lightly nodded his head and didn't say anything else.    

    

Just as he was about to finish eating the porridge, the door opened again and Feng Batian's figure appeared in front of Zhang Fan.    

    

"Ling'er, are you alright now?" Feng Batian's gaze landed on Zhang Fan as he asked heavily.    

    

"I'm fine." Zhang Fan lightly shook his head, then sighed and said, "I made father worry, but unfortunately, I missed a competition."    

    

Feng Batian's expression changed. Looking at Zhang Fan's regretful expression, his heart trembled once more. He said, "You should rest well for two days. Two more days and then you can participate."    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded.    

    

"Ling'er, the sword qi earlier was sent out by you." Feng Batian's expression fluctuated slightly as he spoke.    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan understood that Feng Batian would ask this question sooner or later. After a slight nod of his head, he hesitated for a moment before opening his palm. The Xuan-Yuan Sword instantly appeared in his palm.    

    

Following the appearance of the Xuan-Yuan Sword, a faint golden light illuminated the entire room.    

    

Feng Batian's mind trembled once again. His eyes revealed a look of disbelief as he said with a trembling voice, "Ling'er, this is the martial soul you awakened!"    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan curiously looked at Feng Batian and nodded. He didn't understand why Feng Batian was in such a state …    

    

"How could that be?" Feng Batian's expression changed slightly as his gaze fell on Zhang Fan once again. He took a deep breath and said, "Double Martial Spirits!"    

    

"Twin Martial Spirits!" Hearing Feng Batian's words, Zhang Fan was once again stunned. He could not understand what Feng Batian meant.    

    

Seeing Zhang Fan's doubt, Feng Batian took a deep breath, and started laughing out loud. His expression became cold, and his gaze landed on Zhang Fan once more. With a gentle expression, he said, "Ling'er, rest well. I'll be going out first." After saying that, Feng Batian immediately walked outside.    

    

Looking at Feng Batian's departing back, Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with even more doubt. Just what kind of Xuanyuan sword was this? As he was falling down the platform, he suddenly thought of the information that appeared in his mind.    

    

"Young master, you should get some rest as soon as possible. I'm going out too." Ouyang Xian`er's gaze fell onto Zhang Fan as she softly spoke. After a brief moment, she picked up the tray and left, closing the door behind her.    

    

Thinking about Feng Batian's appearance, Zhang Fan's eyes once again revealed a puzzled expression. Why was his father in such a state? However, he did not think too much about it. Instead, he closed his eyes and looked at the information in his mind.    

    

"Restriction!"    

    

The message was very simple, it directly told him that the Xuan-Yuan Sword contained nine restrictions which instantly erupted on the stage. It unlocked the first restriction, named the Four Sword Gods, the restrictions were broken, the first sword move was automatically activated, and thinking about it, the energy released by the Sword of Radiance Sect was already so tyrannical, and as for the sword move, he estimated that when the fourth layer of the Purple Clouds Art was filled, he could only try it twice to try it out.    

    

His heart trembled once more. This was definitely a trump card, a life saving trump card, and the most important thing was that the first restriction appeared, and that was the third restriction as well!    

    

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan became even more restless.    

    

After putting away the Xuan-Yuan Sword, his black eyes glowed brightly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, once again entering the state of cultivation.    

    

On the second day, when the first ray of sunlight shone down, Zhang Fan opened his eyes. The fourth layer of the Purple Clouds Art had mostly been restored. It seemed that he would still need a day to recover to its peak.    

    

As he put on his shoes, Zhang Fan went outside the door and breathed in the fresh air outside, his heart becoming calm and tranquil, and once again, the scene of Feng Batian yesterday appeared in his mind. He had a suspicion, that Feng Batian was definitely hiding something from him, and he knew very little about the memories of his original body, such as why his father brought him to the Flowing Cloud Nation's Wind Tyrant Sky, what was the most important thing, and why his family members did not believe that Feng Batian alone must have a lot of secrets.    

    

As he was thinking, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Zhang Fan raised his head and saw Ouyang Xian`er walking over with a basin of water. When she saw Zhang Fan, her handsome face lit up, and her pace quickened.    

    

"Young master, are you alright?"    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head lightly and took the water from Ouyang Xian`er's hands. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he looked at himself in the copper mirror. Although his face was still youthful, there was a significant change.    

    

Zhang Fan nodded his head in satisfaction. In the end, his looks were much more handsome than his previous life. Moreover, his body was still growing. Who knew what would happen two years later?    

    

Ouyang Xian`er tidied up some of Zhang Fan's white robes before turning to Zhang Fan and said, "Young master, you're really good-looking."    

    

Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile as he heard this. He lightly pinched Ouyang Xian`er's little face and said, "You're also very cute."    

    

Ouyang Xian`er blushed and lowered her head, her heart filled with joy. She secretly glanced at Zhang Fan, but said nothing more.