Monarch Night

Clang!

A completely unexpected force attacked!

With a scream, both the person and the sword flew ten zhang off the platform.

Only then did they land.

He looked up, face full of shock: "Xiaohua, when did you become so strong?"

Even though I am Second Grade King Level, I was actually knocked off with one cut.

Although I underestimated, this shouldn't have happened.

Fang Che said with a dark face: "I was always strong, and also, stop calling me Xiaohua."

"Okay Xiaohua."

This guy turned around and cautioned: "Xiaohua is now very strong, formidable in strength, you all need to be careful."

Calling him 'Xiaohua' every time, Fang Che was furious.

Unable to hold back, he roared on the platform: "Is there! Anyone else!"

"Your Xiaohua is quite arrogant. Let me try!"

A Vice Hall Master from the Guardian Hall of Bai Pingzhou leapt up.

What followed was Fang Xiaohua entering a continuous combat mode.

With a sword in hand, he gazed disdainfully at the Southeast.

...

One King after another took turns attacking, all were knocked off the platform by Fang Xiaohua.

Moreover, starting from the fourth opponent,

a new rule: losers are not allowed to call Fang Xiaohua 'Xiaohua' again in this life.

Fang Che grew braver with each battle, his war intent boiling over, uncontrollable, feeling the spiritual energy in his body become more vigorous with each fight, every moment reaching a new climax.

When he fought fiercely to the twenty-seventh person, suddenly he leapt up, the sword light suddenly surged several zhang, shining in the sun.

Inside his body, spiritual energy surged and roared.

Suddenly feeling a breath break through the throat, uncontrollably letting out a long howl.

The dragon's roar echoed for a hundred miles.

His whole body's spiritual energy boiled, like a pot coming to a boil.

Amazingly, after consecutively battling twenty-six Second Grade Kings, his spiritual energy directly broke through to the Second Grade King level, his strength suddenly doubled.

Hovering high in the sky, with a sword in hand, he appeared imposing and majestic.

A realization suddenly surged in his mind.

At the same time, another internal barrier quietly broke open a gap.

Spiritual energy welled up and erupted.

Then, it burst forth with a roar!

The spiritual energy within his body galloped across his channels, growing more and more overwhelming, unstoppable.

Amazingly, the Infinite Scripture broke through to the Second Level in this moment!

The power of the Infinite Scripture suddenly washed over his entire being, suppressing the ordinary spiritual power into his dantian, unable to move.

In an instant, it spiraled around thirty-six circulations within his channels.

Then it returned to the dantian, carrying the spiritual energy, surging once again, like an Azure Dragon carrying endless seawater soaring to the sky, spinning rapidly within the channels, quickly assimilating bit by bit.

The fog vortex in his dantian surged and expanded, having nowhere to go, suddenly condensing into cloud-like energy, forming one layer after another in the blink of an eye.

Fang Che's long howl, uncontrollably continued for half a quarter of an hour.

The Azure Dragon held its head high, the roar of the tiger filled the valley, that clear and far-reaching long how echoed for a hundred miles around.

Fang Che only felt his mind become empty and ethereal, his entire being suddenly entered a void realm with no self, no heaven, no earth.

Completely unaware of what was happening around.

A long howl, that continuous, dense, infinite feeling caused Old Man Shen, Li Changkong, An Ruoxing, and others to change their expressions.

In a distant place, Zhao Shanhe had a shocked and appreciative expression.

"Worth it! Damn worth it!"

"For such a genius, it's worth shouldering a few more years of infamy!"

Only people of their level knew what Fang Che was experiencing.

This uncontrolled long howl has a saying, called: shedding the mortal form!

This step, for ordinary martial artists, is roughly at the Monarch Level, needing a lucky coincidence to even occur.

Some people might not even experience it even after cultivating to the Saint Level.

This step forward, compared to before, is an utterly transformative difference in combat power!

Fang Che's body floated like a feather in the air.

An Ruoxing shouted decisively: "How many are left!?"

"Ten!"

"Go up two at once!"

An Ruoxing shouted sternly: "Quickly! He is in need of high-pressure grinding for foundation building now."

Immediately two King levels from Baiyun Martial Academy charged up together.

At this moment, there were no thoughts of anything else, no champions or striving for places.

The only thought was: to help him shore up his foundation.

But the two were no match. As soon as they went up, Fang Che struck with two cuts, sending them rolling down.

"All eight at once!"

An Ruoxing shouted.

Immediately the remaining eight leaped into the air simultaneously. They all leapt onto the platform.

The sounds of weapons clashing rang like firecrackers continually exploding, groans resounded, and the eight King levels staggered and swayed.

Someone's mouth and nose spewed a fine spray of blood with a puff.

While Fang Che was still trapped in the Void Spirit Realm, continuously comprehending.

An Ruoxing shouted: "Li Changkong! You're up!"

This was Fang Che's instructor, the one who knew him best.

Li Changkong soared onto the stage, with a wave of his hand, an invisible force sent the eight King level geniuses off the platform.

He then drew his sword and began attacking.

He knew Fang Che's comprehension this time was extraordinary.

So he unleashed Sixth Rank King level power, but upon touching Fang Che's long sword, his own sword was forced back. Shocked, he increased his strength to the Eighth Layer, still unable to hold out.

He was even more shocked.

Directly enhancing his power to First Grade Emperor Level, only then could he match Fang Che's current sword strength.

Yet it was not overpowering, merely evenly matched.

Fang Che's momentum was releasing like massive waves pouring forth, even First Grade Emperor Level Li Changkong's momentum was unable to withstand it.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed straight to Third Grade.

Only then did he manage to press Fang Che back.

Not daring to let Fang Che unleash more, Li Changkong shouted, brandishing his long sword like a broadsword.