Even when they gave it everything they had, all they could see was a retreating figure growing ever more distant.
Two years ago, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan might still have been able to fight him.
But now...
The gap had become like an uncrossable chasm.
However, that trace of bitterness was quickly cast aside.
When the difference was only one step, jealousy might arise.
But when the gap between them had stretched to ten thousand steps, all that remained was admiration and respect.
How could they possibly muster even the slightest jealousy?
They would only feel fortunate to have such a friend.
Not far away.
Behind a massive ancient tree.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, as though he had been petrified.
He had not left.
After being frightened away by Na'er's dragon might, intense resentment and bitterness had driven him into hiding.
He wanted to see it with his own eyes!
He wanted to watch this ignorant brat get his body blown apart by the violent Soul Power while absorbing the twenty-thousand-year spirit ring, dying on the spot!
That was the only correct ending, the one that fit his theory!
Yet what had he seen?
From beginning to end, Chen Fan's process of absorbing the Soul Ring had been unbelievably calm.
There had been no heart-wrenching screams, no struggle that left blood pouring from his seven orifices, not even the slightest expression of pain.
It had seemed as easy as taking a sip of water.
Then, he succeeded.
Not only had he succeeded, his Soul Power had shot straight from Level Forty to Level Forty-Three!
In the end, he had even awakened an unheard-of Domain-type Soul Skill capable of controlling life and death!
Yu Xiaogang felt his mind buzz, turning completely blank.
Level Forty... absorbing a twenty-thousand-year