Thought He Was Someone Special, but This Was It?

The moment those words were spoken, many sect disciples beneath the arena froze slightly. Hadn't Ye Fan been thrown into Sin Prison?

How had he escaped, and even climbed onto the stage to issue a challenge?

Such a huge incident had taken place on Sacred Emperor Peak—a Grand Elder had been forced to commit suicide, and it involved the Little Holy Son and a melodramatic affair with a useless Ye Family member. Naturally, the news had long since spread throughout the sect.

"What's going on? How did that trash Ye Fan get out?"

"Getting out is one thing, but he even went up there to challenge Hui Mei. Hasn't our Sacred Heaven Sect been humiliated enough?"

The sect disciples below broke into heated discussion, unable to understand why they had allowed such trash to come out.

Sure enough, that old fox had been plotting all along. He wanted to use this chance to clear Ye Fan of his crimes.

A cold glint flashed through Chu Tian's eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, a figure suddenly appeared—it was Ye Tianxiong, who had appeared at the Sect Master's seat beside Chu Tianwang.

"Everyone, Grand Elders, I have kept you waiting."

Ye Tianxiong looked imposing as he said, "Ye Fan is the son of my third brother, Ye Tianying. Though he was indeed at fault for consuming many of the sect's Divine Medicines and treasures, he is still young, and his crime does not warrant death. Moreover, Grand Elder Hongwu has already paid for it with his life and borne all responsibility.

"I ask that, for the sake of Tianying's considerable contributions to the sect during his lifetime, you give Ye Fan a chance to redeem himself through merit.

"My Ye Family is also willing to provide an equivalent amount of Divine Medicines to make up for the sect's losses."

Ye Tianxiong looked at Chu Tianwang and said in a deep voice, "Second Brother, what do you think?"

Chu Tianwang nodded. He had been hoping to ease the tensions between the two families, so he went along with it. "As long as he can render merit to the sect, his merits and sins may cancel each other out."

Many of the sect's higher-ups fell silent. Since Ye Tianxiong had spoken, it was not easy for them to object.

"Sect Master, can this boy withstand three moves from Hui Mei?" the Duanmu Family's Grand Elder asked.

"For the honor of the sect, Ye Fan will give it everything he has."

Ye Tianxiong looked at Ye Fan on the arena, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled into a smile. "Perhaps you do not yet know that the Primordial Sacred Bone between Ye Fan's brows has begun to show signs of reviving. Moreover, his physical strength has reached seven hundred thousand jin.

"His strength may still be inferior to Hui Mei's, but let alone three moves, even enduring for a while under his hands should not be much of a problem."

The moment those words were spoken, the bodies of many higher-ups trembled. Ye Fan's Primordial Sacred Bone was reviving—did that not mean the Ye Family would soon produce another peerless prodigy capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Chu Tian?

But hadn't Ye Fan's Primordial Sacred Bone been defiled? Even an Emperor Venerable had been helpless. Was this real or not?

Many Grand Elders nodded.

"Since the Sect Master has personally pleaded for him, let Ye Fan give it a try. If he can withstand three moves, then he will have redeemed himself through merit. Sparing him would also leave our sect with a gifted genius."

Chu Tian's face remained expressionless, but cold glints flickered repeatedly beneath his eyes. As expected of a Son of Destiny, a true protagonist-level figure.

To protect Ye Fan, Ye Tianxiong was not even pretending anymore. He had stepped forward personally to save him.

The Primordial Sacred Bone had actually already revived to some extent.

It seemed he had still been one step too late in seizing the Heavenly Profound Divine Ring. Ye Fan had already used the ring's power to revive a trace of the Primordial Sacred Bone's strength.

You want to rise?

A cold gleam flashed in Chu Tian's eyes. He glanced at the Divine Ring on the ring finger of his left hand and asked inwardly, System, can you revive the Heavenly Profound Divine Ring and reclaim the power covering the Primordial Sacred Bone of Ye Fan, the Son of Destiny?

The system was extremely conscientious. Its gentle, pleasant voice immediately rang out. "Yes, Host. Five hundred Destiny Points can revive the Divine Ring and reclaim its power. One thousand Destiny Points can directly refine the Divine Ring, but doing so will awaken the remnant soul within it."

"Spend five hundred Destiny Points and reclaim the Divine Ring's power," Chu Tian said directly.

The system truly never disappointed. You could trust the system at any time.

"Understood, Host."

Buzz!

A streak of black radiance suddenly flowed across the Divine Ring on Chu Tian's ring finger.

On the arena, Ye Fan was confronting Hui Mei, poised to strike. An extremely faint purple radiance flickered between his brows.

But suddenly, the space between his brows trembled slightly, as though an inexplicable force were flowing out. The purple radiance abruptly vanished.

"No..."

Ye Fan's resolute eyes suddenly widened, his pupils violently contracting. Overwhelmed by terror, he blurted out instinctively, "Don't."

With the battle about to begin, he suddenly realized that he seemed unable to use the power of the Primordial Sacred Bone.

He had not yet condensed his spiritual sense.

Without the Primordial Sacred Bone's power to support him, he was merely an ordinary Bone Forging Realm cultivator with seven hundred thousand jin of strength. With such an enormous gap between them, and without spiritual sense to bolster him, he would be beaten to death alive.

"Ye Fan, born with a Primordial Sacred Bone, yet defiled by filth, his meridians ruined by poison."

At that moment, Hui Mei gave a bewitching smile and raised a hand to rub his gleaming bald head. Somehow, he had learned every detail of Ye Fan's circumstances.

"Now this is a little interesting."

"You dared challenge me. Could it be that the power of your Primordial Sacred Bone has recovered?"

"Let me see just how capable you are."

"Wait..." Ye Fan's entire body turned cold, his face paling slightly, but before he could finish—

Boom!

Hui Mei gave a low shout and stomped down hard. His body shot forth like an arrow from a bow, charging forward with a violent tearing sound through the air. Like a Primordial Era demonic bull ramming forward, his tremendous strength made the massive arena tremble.

Perhaps because he had learned that Ye Fan possessed a Primordial Sacred Bone, he showed no restraint whatsoever in this attack. His powerful spiritual sense even burst out from his body, causing the surrounding currents of air to churn and swirl like a vortex as he pushed the strength of his body to its limit.

Intense fear flooded Ye Fan's eyes. His blood and vitality surged skyward as he erupted with all his strength, yet his feet frantically retreated.

Without the Sacred Bone's power, he knew exactly what he was worth. There was every possibility that this bewitching bald man would beat him to death.

"Trash, why are you running? Fight him!"

"Did you go up there just to disgrace the sect?"

Seeing this, some sect disciples below, who had been holding it in for a long time, immediately began cursing loudly.

Something was wrong.

Ye Tianxiong narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss, and abruptly rose to his feet.

Ye Fan had said that with the Primordial Sacred Bone's power, he might not be able to defeat Hui Mei, but taking three moves would absolutely not be a problem.

A cold glint flickered in Chu Tian's eyes as he muttered inwardly, You want to rise? Dream on.

"Trash, did you come onto the arena just to run away?" Anger showed on Hui Mei's bewitching face. He had thought someone worthy of a fight had come up.

But this was it?

"Stand still for me, brat."

Buzz!

Hui Mei gave a low shout as he sprinted forward at high speed. Suddenly, he bent low like a great bow and shot out in an instant like a sharp sword, his gleaming bald head smashing heavily into Ye Fan's chest.

Pfft!

Ye Fan spat out a huge mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging, yet he was not sent flying. Hui Mei's bald head had actually plunged directly into his chest cavity, leaving a massive crater in his sunken chest.

Visible to the naked eye, a large lump of flesh bulged from Ye Fan's back, precisely matching the size of Hui Mei's head. The sound of bones shattering erupted in rapid succession. Blood streamed down in torrents, instantly dyeing Ye Fan's entire body red and turning the bluestone slabs beneath his feet scarlet.

Dark-red, viscous blood surged violently from Ye Fan's mouth.