In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.
Chen Fan finally faced his ninth round of Lightning Curse.
This time, the others all turned their eyes toward him as well.
The ninth Lightning Curse was quite special—it was the first threshold.
Even someone like Lian Ming Xuangguang, at the sixth level of Longevity, had died beneath the ninth Lightning Curse.
"Chen Fan should be quite gifted. His Thunder Arts cultivation is high enough, but his cultivation level is too poor. The ninth round will surely kill him."
Nightglow King raised her brows faintly as she watched Chen Fan, her face utterly calm without the slightest trace of anxiety or tension.
Boom!
Lightning instantly struck down upon Chen Fan.
The ninth round of Lightning Curse was indeed extraordinary. Even Chen Fan, as he was now, felt immense pressure.
But it was only pressure.
His advancement in the Dao of Lightning had greatly increased the speed at which he cultivated his Thunder Arts.
At this moment, his Thunder Arts had already reached the fourteenth level.
He was a full five levels ahead of the number of Lightning Curse rounds. No matter how terrifying the Lightning Curse was or how great the pressure it exerted, it inflicted almost no harm upon him. How could it possibly injure him?
When the people around him saw that Chen Fan had survived yet again, every one of them was stunned.
Compared to the others, Chen Fan was at a great disadvantage, yet his advantages were equally great.
Chen Fan's cultivation level was low, and his comprehension of Thunder Arts was slow, making it hardest for him to withstand the Lightning Curse's attacks.
But the problem was that the frequency of the Lightning Curse attacks he suffered was far lower than that of the remaining