Ling Feng

Chen Fan paused slightly as he swallowed the food.

He slowly turned his head, his clear eyes calmly fixed on the speaker, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You?"

He chuckled softly.

Where were you when I killed the chief?

Where were you when my comrades were mopping up the remaining enemies?

Chen Fan pointed to the Human Race corpses lying in pools of blood not far away, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"You couldn't even protect your own people, you were almost wiped out, and now... you have the nerve to ask me for spoils?"

"I..."

The one-armed Martial Artist's face instantly turned a deep liver color. He opened his mouth, as if to argue something.

But in the next instant, an invisible, terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

"Thump!"

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his bones groaning under the strain.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhi was terrified!

Without a second thought, he rushed forward and kicked the clueless guy to the ground. Then, he knelt down on one knee before Chen Fan and, with all his might, roared at the top of his lungs:

"Chen Fan is right! The victor owns everything!"

"We are already blessed to have survived; how dare we covet spoils of war!"

"This person is blinded by greed; I will punish him severely as a warning to others!"

Chen Fan looked indifferently at Zhang Zhi, who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly withdrew his oppressive aura.

At the same time, he absorbed all of that massive amount of Origin Power.

His bones crackled and popped once more, and his aura surged visibly once more.

Chen Fan ignored Zhang Zhi was lying on the ground.

He simply closed his eyes, quietly sensing the surging and roaring Qi and Blood and qi within his body. After a thoroughly enjoyable absorption, it was gradually calming down and eventually settling into a deeper and more refined foundation.

The Third-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, and the foundation is now completely solid.

The fine golden spots on his bones have multiplied, and with each heartbeat, it's as if a war drum is being beaten, pumping powerful energy into every part of his body.

This feeling... is quite nice.

He could even clearly sense that he was only a thin veil away from reaching the Fourth-Turn Bone Tempering. Perhaps, a few more Fifth-Turn chief cultivators like the one just now would be able to break through that barrier.

Just as Chen Fan was savoring the pleasure of his increased power, an aura far more terrifying than the combined power of the three chief masters descended from the sky without warning!

The aura was immense, like Stars falling.

"Splash! Splash!"

Zhang Zhi and the others, who had just gotten up from the ground, didn't even have time to cry out before they were pressed firmly to the ground again by this irresistible pressure, unable to move.

Their bones creaked under the strain, and their faces were filled with a horror even deeper than when they faced the three chief ministers.

Only Chen Fan, Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan remained standing ramrod straight.

Shen Xuan and the others were used to Chen Fan's abnormal behavior and were no longer surprised.

Chen Fan, under this pressure, raised an eyebrow slightly.

That's interesting.

He looked up and saw a figure that had appeared in mid-air at some unknown time.

He was a young man dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure like a spear.

His face was cold and stern, and his eyes were as deep as the night sky. Just by hovering there quietly, he seemed to become the center of this world.

The young man surveyed the carnage of the battlefield, a scene of carnage strewn with corpses and rivers of blood. When his gaze swept over the three chief corpses, now reduced to mere remnants of their Origin Source, a barely perceptible hint of surprise finally flickered in his usually calm eyes.

Finally, his gaze fell on the ten-year-old child in the center of the battlefield, who looked harmless and even somewhat cute.

"Ling... Ling Feng!"

Zhang Zhi, who was pinned to the ground, struggled to lift his head. When he saw who it was, he gasped in shock, his voice filled with awe and reverence.

Fearing that Chen Fan and the others might not recognize this person, he hurriedly explained with all his might, "It's... it's Ling Feng, who guards the high-level Guardian Zone, Tianshu! He's one of the top three strongest experts in the Bone Tempering Realm within our Human Race's Core Zone, Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering!"

Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering!

These four words struck Xiao Ran and the others like a heavy hammer.

Ling Feng ignored Zhang Zhi's exclamation. He had rushed over at full speed after receiving a high-level distress signal from the Blackrock Guardian Zone, but he did not expect that the battle was already over.

Moreover, it ended in a way he never expected.

"Battle situation."

He flashed into view and appeared in front of Zhang Zhi, speaking succinctly.

"Yes..."

Zhang Zhi's body trembled, not from fear, but from excitement.

He quickly and with the utmost respect recounted everything that had just happened.

When they heard that Chen Fan, at the second stage of cultivation, had instantly killed the Fifth-Turn Windwing Tiger Race Chief with a single punch, slew two powerful opponents of the same level within three breaths, and finally devoured his own Origin Source in front of everyone, breaking through to the third stage...

Even with Ling Feng's calm and collected nature, a fierce turmoil finally welled up in his deep eyes.

His gaze, once again, and for the first time, truly and completely locked onto Chen Fan.

That initial surprise had transformed into intense interest.

Myriad Laws Ranking...

I see.

He suddenly remembered that name that had spread throughout the entire Human Federation and even aroused the wrath of Ten Thousand Races.

It was him.

After his initial surprise, Ling Feng found it perfectly natural that Chen Fan, at the third level, could defeat Fifth-Turn.

If you don't even have this much ability, how could you be valued by someone like the White Emperor?

How can one break the record held by the God Race for 300,000 years and become the number one throughout history?

"Interesting."

Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a very faint smile.

The next second, his figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Chen Fan, no more than three steps away.

Shen Xuan tightened his grip on the folding fan, Tuo Bashan's muscles tensed instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Only Chen Fan remained calm, though a small flame flickered in his clear eyes.

"Chen Fan, ranked number one on the Myriad Laws Ranking?"

Ling Feng spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, without any sense of oppression, but rather like he was greeting an old friend.

"My name is Ling Feng. I've long wanted to see what kind of talent you possess that earned you the title of 'goodness' from the White Emperor, surpassing all previous records."

Before Chen Fan could answer, Ling Feng's aura began to rise steadily.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it hostility; it was a pure, extreme desire to fight against one's own kind... a fighting spirit!

"Enough with the nonsense." His eyes gleamed brighter. "Would you dare to spar with me?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue to Zhang Zhi and the others.

Eighth-Turn versus three turns?

Is this what you call a friendly exchange?