Chen Fan acted like a furnace, his pores producing a mighty suction force that absorbed more and more Netherworld White Bone primeval qi.
Sizzling filled the air as Chen Fan absorbed the Netherworld White Bone primeval qi, prickling his skin.
It was as if a raging wildfire burned within him, transforming the opponent’s evil primeval qi into primeval qi infused with traces of lightning power. This energy gathered Chen Fan’s dantian, steadily increasing his cultivation level from the peak stage of the sixth level to the seventh level.
Meanwhile, in the fighting arena:
Chen Changfang continued to laugh triumphantly. His primeval qi manifested as white bone ghosts, relentlessly suppressing Chen Fan. The sky was filled with these spectral figures, obscuring Chen Fan from view.
“Chen Fan, you brat, now I’ll give you a taste of Myriad Ghosts Heart Devour!” Chen Changfeng taunted, sensing that Chen Fan was on the brink of collapse.
With a little more pressure, he believed he could break Chen Fan's will and turn him into a loyal servant.
Drawing upon his cultivation, Chen Changfeng summoned a colossal ghostly head that exuded a dark aura. Anyone who set eyes on it would feel their soul shuddering as if the ghostly head would devour it.
This ghostly head exhaled a mouthful of pitch-black ghost qi, which turned into countless small ghost heads and devils. With bared teeth and claws, they swirled through the air, emitting eerie whistling sounds as they swarmed toward Chen Fan.
The scene made the crowd's hearts skip a beat.
The Myriad Ghosts Heart Devour could unleash an overwhelming number of ghostly entities, potentially exceeding tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands.
Qin Changkong's anxiety peaked as the ghostly heads and devils permeated the arena. He feared that these malevolent spirits would truly devour Chen Fan's heart.
Unaware of his worries, Chen Fan crazily refined the Netherworld White Bone qi. With a resounding boom, the sky darkened like the heavens had ruptured. Countless little devils whistled toward him.
“Good, very good. To send me such help, Chen Changfeng sure is a kind fellow. Devour!” Chen Fan exclaimed, devoid of any fear, instead reveling in the sight.
These little ghost heads were all little devils Chen Changfeng had obtained and refined from gods-knew-where. They were full of primeval qi.
While these endless hordes of little devils would spell disaster for others, they served as a source of nourishment for Chen Fan.
Wide-mouthed, Chen Fan sucked in the air, all his pores opening wide. In an instant, he absorbed nearly ten thousand little devils.
Once inside Chen Fan, these tiny devils didn’t get the time to display their strength and were directly refined by him into pure primeval qi. With a rumble, Chen Fan felt himself inching closer to the seventh level.
“Great, great. I really have to thank Chen Changfeng. What a splendid fellow he is. Come, give me more of these little devils." Chen Fan laughed maniacally within his heart.
Unbeknownst to Chen Changfeng, the little devils served as a great tonic rather than torment for Chen Fan. He found the thought of Chen Changfeng's potential frustration and vexation if he discovered this outcome amusing.
“How is it? Chen Fan, do you submit? If you persist in your stubbornness, I will deliver the killing blow. By then, it will be too late for regrets, and you won't have the chance to become my servant,” Chen Changfeng said coldly.
“Haha, thank you, Chen Changfeng. I really want to thank you. To show my appreciation, I won't kill you. Prepare to witness my breakthrough!”
A resounding laughter echoed through the air, accompanied by violent tremors that shook the space.
A formidable aura emanated from an unseen location; Chen Changfeng finally realized that something was amiss.
He had used White Bone Hand to suppress Chen Fan and even executed Myriad Ghosts Heart Devour. Logically speaking, Chen Fan's life should have been hanging by a thread, with him kneeling and begging for mercy, ready to become Chen Changfeng's servant.
However, Chen Fan sounded completely fine; his voice was filled with brightness and excitement as he expressed gratitude. What was happening?
“Damn it, since you’re being so stubborn, I have no choice but to kill you. Netherworld Ghost Claw, Ripping Heaven Splitting Earth!”
Chen Changfeng realized that if he didn't act now and eliminate Chen Fan, the situation would take a turn for the worse.
He swiftly formed a seal with his hands, channeling primeval qi into his White Bone Gloves. Waves of eerie ghost qi surged, merging with the massive ghost head behind him. It let out a roar as a green ghostly fire burned in its eyes, and its face contorted in pain.
It seemed like a devil was slowly breaking free from the depths of Hell, descending into the mortal realm.
With a boom, this ghost head finally broke free from the void.
It was no longer just a ghost head but a complete devil.
However, everything below its head was nothing but ghastly bones. Its eerie ghost claw, capable of tearing through heaven and earth, descended upon Chen Fan's position.
This was the true Netherworld Ghost Claw!
The air exploded instantaneously, and even the White Bone Hand disintegrated under the force of the claw. It transformed into Netherworld White Bone primeval qi, which the white-bone devil absorbed. The eerie white bones gleamed, making the devil look even more robust.
“Haha, it’s too late. Break!” Chen Fan's aura had finally peaked, shattering the shackles.
His primeval qi surged and erupted like the Yangtze River, propelling him to break through to the seventh level.
With a long howl, he leaped into the sky like a roc, charging forward. He obliterated the Netherworld Ghost Claw darting toward him with a single punch.
In an instant, apart from its head, the white-bone devil's skeletal body exploded into pieces.
The shockwaves reverberated through the devil's head, causing cracks to appear and eliciting a wail of agony.
Chen Changfeng was nonplussed.
Chen Fan had destroyed most of Chen Changfeng’s white-bone devil with a single punch. Even the devil’s head had cracks now, which, in turn, also affected him.
“Haha, it’s over, Chen Changfeng. Get the hell down!”
Chen Fan leaped like a roc spreading its wings. He moved through the air with a whoosh and appeared before Chen Changfeng, delivering a powerful punch.
This punch was the culmination of all the energy he had accumulated after reaching the seventh level.
A loud explosion reverberated as the punch shattered Chen Changfeng's protective layer of primeval qi.
The impact threw him back, his face full of shock as he flew out of the fighting arena. He fell under the stage, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
Chen Fan could have killed Chen Changfeng if he desired.
However, Chen Changfeng's background complicated matters. His grandfather was the Grand Elder of the inner sect, wielding significant status and authority.
If he killed Chen Changfeng, it would undoubtedly enrage this formidable figure. Although this was within the rules, those great characters often disregarded rules and regulations.
Rules were designed to restrain the weak while the strong manipulated them to their advantage.
Chen Fan had already offended the Heaven’s Alliance. So, antagonizing an influential figure like the inner sect's Grand Elder would severely hinder his future actions within the Spring Autumn Sect.