Third-Turn Bone Tempering
"Careful!!"
Zhang Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, and almost out of Martial Artist's instinct, he used his last bit of strength to let out a hoarse roar.
However, Chen Fan's expression did not change at all in the face of this devastating attack.
He still had that lazy, listless look.
Under the astonished and bewildered gazes of everyone present.
He simply raised his small, clean-cut, and seemingly harmless right fist.
Then, facing the sweeping thunder and storm, facing the Annihilation Tiger Claws capable of tearing mountains apart, he lightly threw a punch.
Star Shattering!
Where Chen Fan's fist passed, time and space seemed to freeze for a moment.
The raging thunder, like a tamed sheep, instantly became docile.
The Wind Blades that tore everything apart melted away silently, like ice and snow thrown into Furnace.
That indestructible tiger claw, imbued with the Annihilation Law, was more like a painting being forcefully erased by an invisible eraser, silently collapsing layer by layer from the claw tip.
The entire process was eerily quiet.
The punches continued.
After all the energy ripples were dissipated, the seemingly ordinary fist continued forward with unstoppable momentum.
Finally, it gently imprinted itself on the chest of the Windwing Tiger Race Chief.
"Bang."
A soft sound, so faint it was like the beating of a heart.
The ferocity and greed on the face of the Windwing Tiger Race Chief instantly froze.
It looked down in disbelief at the tiny fist imprinted on its chest, a fist that hadn't even managed to penetrate its fur.
It felt no pain whatsoever.
I didn't even feel a trace of power.
What happened?
Is it a hallucination?
The thought had just flashed through its mind.
The next second.
"Click."
A very faint cracking sound came from its chest.
Immediately afterwards, the sound spread like wildfire!
Click!
Click click!!
Under the deathly silence of the entire arena, starting from that small fist imprint, countless cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the mountain-like body of the Windwing Tiger Race Chief.
From chest to limbs, from abdomen to head!
Through those cracks, one could see the violent Origin Power within it dissipating at an unprecedented rate!
"No..."
The greed and tyranny in the eyes of the Windwing Tiger Race Chief were finally completely replaced by an emotion called fear.
It opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something.
But it was too late.
Amidst countless blank stares.
This arrogant and domineering Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm expert, who had just been clamoring to tear Chen Fan apart and skin him Alien Races...
It exploded on the spot.
Its enormous body, along with its Divine Soul and its Origin Dao Seed, completely disintegrated in that instant, transforming into countless purest Origin Source light points, like a magnificent golden rainstorm.
The battlefield fell into absolute silence.
Whether it was the Alien Races engaged in fierce battles or the Human Race suffering repeated defeats, everyone stopped moving, as if a pause button had been pressed.
The chief of the Netherbone Demon Race and the chief of the Naga Race were struck dumb, their bodies stiffening on the spot, their soul fire and snake eyes trembling violently at an unprecedented frequency.
Dead silence.
Time and space seemed to freeze the moment Chen Fan withdrew his fist.
The countless golden specks of light, like a magnificent yet sorrowful downpour, were the final proof of the existence of the Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm expert, the Windwing Tiger Race Chief.
On the battlefield, whether it was the blood-soaked Human Race or the frenzied Alien Races, all living beings froze in place, as if they had been collectively frozen in place.
The soul fire in the eye sockets of the Netherbone Demon Race Chief froze, and the scales on the eight arms of the Naga Chief stood on end. Their minds were blank, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Even Zhang Zhi, the battle-hardened Guardian of the Blackrock Guardian Zone, stood with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.
One punch.
Just one punch.
A Second-Turn Bone Tempering instantly killed a Fifth-Turn Bone Tempering.
However, Chen Fan, who was at the Center of the Storm, remained oblivious to all of this.
He slowly withdrew his small, white fist, as if he were merely brushing away a tiny speck of dust.
He looked up at the slowly dissipating golden rain of light, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
Waste is shameful.
The space behind him distorted slightly in the next instant.
"Buzz!!"
A blurry yet ancient-looking Great Furnace suddenly appeared!
It seemed to have come from eternity ago, with the imprints of the Sun, Moon, and Stars engraved on its body. A terrifying suction force that devoured the heavens and the earth instantly enveloped the entire battlefield like an invisible vortex!
The Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture in full operation!
"Call"
Those golden Origin Source light points that were originally dissipating seemed to receive some supreme decree, instantly changing direction and transforming into golden torrents, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, which were swallowed up by the Great Furnace!
Just one breath.
The skies above the battlefield returned to clarity, as if the arrogant Windwing Tiger Race Chief had never existed.
After doing all this, Chen Fan let out a satisfied burp.
However, that's not all.
Just when everyone thought the bizarre performance was over, an aura several times stronger than before suddenly erupted from Chen Fan's small body!
"Click! Snap!"
A series of crisp, popping sounds, like popping beans, emanated clearly from his body.
That was the sound of the World Barrier shattering!
His Qi and Blood fluctuations, which indicated he was at the Second-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, began to surge wildly at an abnormal speed in everyone's perception!
Rising!
Crazy surge!
In the blink of an eye, it forcefully broke through that constraint and firmly stepped into...
The Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm!
Boom!!
The impact of this scene was a hundred times more terrifying than the instant kill of Fifth-Turn expert with that punch!
"Gulp."
Behind Zhang Zhi, the Fourth-Turn female Prodigies swallowed hard, her eyes completely glazed over.
On-site... breakthrough?
He killed someone, devoured their Origin Source, and then... broke through to a higher level right in front of everyone?
What kind of bizarre technique is this? What kind of heaven-defying monster is this?!
Zhang Zhi's mind completely shut down, going blank.
He had seen countless Prodigies, but he had never heard of, nor ever imagined, that such a cultivation method existed in the world!
This goes beyond the realm of genius.
"Call..."
Chen Fan stretched comfortably, feeling the surge of new energy within him, a look of enjoyment on his face.
Not bad, the tiger's Origin Power tastes alright.
Then, he turned his gaze to the two Alien Races chiefs who were already terrified and stiff as statues.