Dragon Sovereign

The sound of something being unsheathed rang out, and a blinding purple light flashed. No one noticed Zhang Fan's actions, but they all turned their attention to that beautiful purple light.    

"One more step, die!"    

The ice-cold voice slowly came out, without any emotion. Zhang Fan's eyes sized up the man in front of him who was about to stop.    

If this man had instantly changed directions and charged over, he would have been in trouble. Unfortunately, this man was too arrogant. If he charged over in a straight line, wouldn't his opponent understand his movements?    

With his goal set, how could he still run?!    

The only thought in their minds was that Zhang Fan's actions were really fast. At this moment, the few people following the man were also slightly surprised, as they had confirmed that this white-robed youth was extraordinary, because of Liu Yu's martial spirit, his speed was one of the top existences in the entire Dragon Martial Academy.    

The man's entire body was covered in cold sweat. The restless energy in his body instantly became silent. That ice-cold killing intent was abnormally bone-piercing. In an instant, his body became slightly stiff. His eyes flashed with panic, but he didn't dare to believe it.    

"Scram. If you try again, you won't be so lucky next time." Zhang Fan swept a glance at the man before putting his sword back into its sheath. From start to finish, Zhang Fan had yet to reveal his martial soul.    

The other two men, as well as the two women, were stunned. At this moment, Zhang Fan's strength had become mysterious in their eyes. Just what was this young man's strength? It was so simple and direct, yet it was filled with boundless killing intent …    

Shifting his black eyes to the other two men, he pulled Ouyang Xian`er's hand and walked towards them. The two men's hearts trembled, and they quickly retreated, as if they saw a devil walking towards them.    

Zhang Fan glanced at the two people and helped the owner up. "Uncle, are you alright?"    

"It's fine, I have rough skin and thick flesh." An ugly smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man as he glanced at the two men with fear in his eyes. He then turned to Zhang Fan and said in a low voice, "Thank you."    

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "Haha, Uncle is too courteous. That sword is very useful. I should thank you instead."    

But after selling the sword, he felt a bit stifled and anxious when he thought back to it. It was such a good sword, actually being able to sell it for over a thousand gold coins … He had thought that Zhang Fan was a cunning young man, but Zhang Fan had changed his impression of him and had a very good heart.    

"Why aren't you guys leaving?" Zhang Fan glanced at the two men, and his ice-cold voice finally came out.    

As Zhang Fan's words fell, the two men's bodies slightly trembled. Their expressions immediately became downcast as they said, "Kid, we're from Dragon Martial Academy. You won't be well. We'll come find you again."    

Zhang Fan's expression didn't change as he heard this. With a cold smile, he coldly looked at the two men and said, "Dragon Martial Academy? I'll be waiting for you any time!"    

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the two men's expressions changed. Because of his mysteriousness and Zhang Fan's words, they didn't dare to rashly make a move. They brought along the two women who still had astonished expressions and the person who had been provoked by Zhang Fan as they walked out into the street.    

After they left, Zhang Fan's gaze once again landed on the middle-aged man. He said, "Uncle, everything's fine now. Are you hurt?"    

"No, they are all superficial wounds." The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Little brother, thank you."    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head once more before pulling Ouyang Xian`er with him as they walked out. At this moment, the surrounding crowd once again erupted into cheers.    

Ouyang Xian`er hugged Zhang Fan's arm with a face full of pride. This was her young master!    

"Xian'er, what exactly is this Dragon Martial Academy?" Zhang Fan walked for a distance before his gaze once again landed on Ouyang Xian`er beside him.    

"Young Master, Dragon Martial Academy is a place to learn. There are special teachers to guide you in your cultivation. If you perform well, you will be rewarded with a cultivation technique." Ouyang Xian`er said with a smile.    

"Then does our empire have one?" Zhang Fan's heart pounded slightly as he asked.    

Ouyang Xian`er gently shook her head and said in a low voice, "Floating Cloud Nation was originally a small country. Although the Emperor had always wanted to build an academy, he had never had the talent to do so until now.    

"There are better ones," Zhang Fan said, raising his eyebrows.    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er nodded her head seriously, "Blue Cloud Empire's Blue Cloud Academy is the best academy on the entire continent, but if one wants to enter there, not only are the requirements high, there are also strict rules regarding martial souls."    

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, but didn't say anything further.    

"Young Master, you have such good talent now. If you join the academy, I believe that you'll become even better." Ouyang Xian'er seriously looked at Zhang Fan as she spoke.    

Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head. "I've decided to cultivate by myself."    

After hearing that, Ouyang Xian`er's gaze fluctuated for a moment, but she didn't say anything else.    

Not long after returning to the family, Feng Batian came to find Zhang Fan. He directly asked, "Ling'er, are your injuries better now?"    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded and said, "I'm pretty much fully recovered now."    

After Feng Batian heard this, he let out a sigh. With a flip of his right hand, three pill bottles appeared in his hand: "You can keep these three pills. In the future, just use them."    

"Father …" Zhang Fan stared in shock.    

Feng Batian smiled, and directly placed the pill on Zhang Fan's palm and said: "Take it."    

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded his head and finally accepted it. Looking at Feng Batian's leaving figure, his eyes once again revealed a look of gratitude as he placed the pill bottle back into his storage ring and went back to his room to cultivate. Although Feng Batian never said anything, he understood that Feng Batian's expectations for him was very high, and it could be said that he wanted Feng Batian to become a dragon, so he could not let Feng Batian down.    

One month later, in the Martial Hall, the clamor was exceptionally lively, the young man who had been creating miracles all the time, Zhang Fan, had been creating miracles in the purple medal competition all this time. Perhaps every battle would cause Zhang Fan's body to be severely injured, and every battle would be a lucky victory, but Zhang Fan was still an invincible war god in everyone's hearts.    

At this moment on the arena, Zhang Fan was standing there. His face was abnormally pale, and the purple light around his body was abnormally weak. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.    

Although Zhang Fan appeared abnormally weak at the moment, the killing intent on his sword did not diminish in the slightest. It was ice-cold to the bone, and his black eyes still carried no emotion.    

"You lost." Zhang Fan took a deep breath as he spoke to the man.    

The man nodded slightly. After a while, he said, "Thank you."    

Zhang Fan could have taken his life this time, but he did not do so. So, his heart was filled with gratitude.    

Zhang Fan forced a smile, then a feeling of dizziness came from his body. He once again lay down on the ground.    

When the man saw Zhang Fan's expression, he was stunned once again. Zhang Fan's strength was not that high, but his willpower was not something he could compare with.    

The battle between him and Zhang Fan was very hard for him to understand just how great of a wound his opponent had suffered. However, his opponent was still holding back, seizing any chance he had. He would not give up until he swore his oath …    

He might be a Grade Three Martial Master, but he did not have a single trace of regret in his heart. His opponent won because of his own strength, and because of his opponent's technique.    

As the whistling sound rang out, Feng Batian's figure once again landed on the battle stage, directly lifting Zhang Fan's body into the air. At the beginning, everyone might have been a little surprised, but Zhang Fan's every battle with Feng Batian had taken Zhang Fan away in this manner, so after a long time, everyone had gotten used to it. However, when they saw Feng Batian's figure, a hint of worry appeared in their eyes.    

In every battle, Zhang Fan would suffer great injuries. He would fight a battle every three to four days. However, in this battle, Zhang Fan had stepped into the level of a Gold rank martial artist. It was a comeback battle.    

At this moment, three figures quickly ran outside. They were Ouyang Xian`er, Ye Xiangxuan, and her little girl, Zi Ling.    

In the Feng Clan, Feng Batian looked at Zhang Fan who was wounded like this. His heart trembled and his eyes were filled with worry. In his seat, he couldn't even imagine what exactly Zhang Fan relied on to persevere this many times.    

Inwardly sighing, Feng Batian took out a pill bottle and placed a round pill in his hand, which he then placed into Zhang Fan's mouth. He had been to the auction quite a few times this month, mainly to buy healing pills. Feng Batian, who rarely went to auctions, had now become a frequent guest.    

After consuming the pill, Zhang Fan's pale face regained some color. However, his aura was still a bit weak.    

Energy surged as Feng Batian's right hand landed on Zhang Fan's body. The energy was channeled into Zhang Fan's body.    

The door opened and Ouyang Xian`er ran in anxiously. When she saw Zhang Fan lying on the bed, her eyes reddened and tears rolled down her cheeks.    

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard once again. Ye Xuan and Zi Ling's figures also appeared in the room. When they saw Zhang Fan lying on the bed, their faces showed worry.    

Feng Batian stood up and exhaled. His gaze landed on the three young girls. A smile appeared on his face as he said: "Ling'er's recovery rate is extremely fast. After taking the pill, I should be able to recover a little on the second day."    

Speaking up to here, Feng Batian's gaze fluctuated once more. This was because every time Zhang Fan recovered, his aura would become stronger …