26: I thought he was a big shot, but this is what he turned out to be?

As soon as these words were spoken, many Disciples below the arena were slightly stunned. Wasn't Ye Fan thrown into the Sin Prison?

How did he get out and even challenge someone on stage?

Such a big event happened on Holy Emperor Peak, where a Grand Elder was forced to commit suicide, and it also involved a melodramatic incident between the Little Holy Son and a good-for-nothing from the Ye Family, so it had naturally spread throughout the Sect.

“What’s going on? How did Ye Fan, that good-for-nothing, get out?”

“It’s one thing for him to get out, but he even went up to challenge Hui Mei. Isn’t he afraid of disgracing our Saint Heaven Sect even more?”

The Disciples below the Sect discussed animatedly, unable to understand why such a good-for-nothing was allowed out.

“He’s indeed a cunning old fox, harboring such intentions, wanting to take the opportunity to clear Ye Fan’s name.”

A cold glint flashed in Chu Tian’s eyes, and a figure suddenly appeared at the corner of his eye. It was Ye Tianxiong, who had suddenly appeared in the Sect Master’s seat, right beside Chu Tian King.

“Everyone, Grand Elders, you’ve waited long enough.”

Ye Tianxiong’s face was stern as he said, “Ye Fan is the son of my third brother, Ye Tianying. Although he was wrong to consume many divine medicines and treasures of the Sect, he is still young, and his crime does not warrant death. Furthermore, Grand Elder Hongwu has already paid the price with his life and taken responsibility for everything.

I ask that you all consider the contributions Ye Tianying made to the Sect when he was alive and give Ye Fan a chance to atone for his sins and render meritorious service.

Our Ye Family is also willing to offer a portion of divine medicines of equal value to compensate the Sect for its losses.”

Ye Tianxiong looked at Chu Tian King and said gravely, “Second brother, what do you think?”

Chu Tian King nodded. He was just thinking of easing the tension between the two families, so he readily agreed, “As long as he can render meritorious service to the Sect, his merits and demerits will cancel each other out.”

Many high-ranking Sect officials fell silent. After all, since Ye Tianxiong had spoken, they couldn’t refute him.

“Sect Master, can this boy withstand three moves from Hui Mei?” a Grand Elder from the Duanmu Family asked.

“For the honor of the Sect, Ye Fan will do his best.”

Ye Tianxiong looked at Ye Fan on the arena, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile and said, “Perhaps you all don’t know yet, but there are signs that the Hongmeng Saint Bone in Ye Fan’s glabella is beginning to recover, and his strength has also reached 700,000 jin.

Perhaps his strength is still not as good as Hui Mei’s, but let alone three moves, even holding on for a while against him shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

As soon as these words were spoken, many high-ranking officials trembled. The recovery of Ye Fan’s Hongmeng Saint Bone meant that the Ye Family was also about to produce an unparalleled Prodigy who could stand alongside Chu Tian.

But wasn’t Ye Fan’s Hongmeng Saint Bone defiled, leaving even the Emperor Venerable helpless? Is this true or false?

Many Grand Elders nodded.

“Since the Sect Master himself has pleaded, let Ye Fan try. If he can withstand three moves, atone for his sins, and render meritorious service, letting him go would also mean keeping a Prodigy for our Sect.”

Chu Tian’s face was expressionless, but deep in his eyes, cold glints flickered continuously. As expected, he was a Child of Luck, a protagonist-level figure.

To protect Ye Fan, Ye Tianxiong was no longer even pretending; he directly stepped forward to protect him.

The Hongmeng Saint Bone had actually recovered a bit.

It seems he was a step too late in seizing the heavenly profound divine ring. Ye Fan had already used the power of the Divine Ring to recover a trace of the Hongmeng Saint Bone’s power.

“Want to rise?”

Cold glints flickered in Chu Tian’s eyes. He glanced at the Divine Ring on his left ring finger and asked in his mind, “System, can you revive the heavenly profound divine ring and reclaim the power covering the Child of Luck Ye Fan’s Hongmeng Saint Bone?”

The System was very dedicated and responsible, and its gentle, pleasant voice immediately sounded, “Yes, Host. It costs 500 destiny points to revive the Divine Ring and reclaim its power. It costs 1,000 destiny points to directly refine the Divine Ring, but doing so will cause the remnant soul within it to awaken.”

“Spend 500 destiny points to reclaim the Divine Ring’s power,” Chu Tian said directly.

The System truly never disappoints. You can always trust the System.

“Alright, Host.”

Buzz!

Suddenly, a black radiance flowed across the Divine Ring on Chu Tian’s ring finger.

On the arena, Ye Fan was confronting Hui Mei, poised for battle, with a faint, extremely thin purple radiance subtly flowing in his glabella.

But suddenly, his glabella subtly vibrated, as if an inexplicable power flowed out, and the purple radiance abruptly vanished.

“No…”

Ye Fan, with his determined gaze, his pupils suddenly contracted violently. In his utter horror, he instinctively blurted out, “Don’t.”

With the battle imminent, he suddenly felt as if he couldn’t use the power of the Hongmeng Saint Bone anymore.

He hadn’t yet condensed his spirit.

Without the support of the Hongmeng Saint Bone’s power, he was just an ordinary Forging Bone Realm cultivator with 700,000 jin of strength. With such a huge disparity and no spiritual enhancement, he would be beaten to death.

“Ye Fan, born with the Hongmeng Saint Bone, yet it was defiled and his meridians were poisoned and crippled.”

At this moment, Hui Mei smiled strangely, raised his hand, and rubbed his shiny bald head, seemingly having learned all of Ye Fan’s information from somewhere.

“This is rather interesting.”

“You dare to challenge me? Has your Hongmeng Saint Bone’s power recovered?”

“Let me test how strong you are.”

“Wait…” Ye Fan heard this, felt a chill run down his spine, and his face turned slightly pale, but before he could finish speaking.

Boom!

Hui Mei let out a low roar, stomped his foot violently, and shot forward like an arrow from a bow, charging fiercely, creating a violent whooshing sound. He was like an ancient demonic ox charging, and the immense force caused the massive arena to shake violently.

Perhaps because he knew Ye Fan possessed the Hongmeng Saint Bone, he held nothing back in this strike. His powerful spirit even permeated his body, causing the surrounding air to churn like a swirling vortex, utilizing his body’s strength to the extreme.

Ye Fan’s eyes were filled with intense fear. His Qi and blood surged to the sky, erupting violently, but his feet frantically retreated.

Without the power of the Saint Bone, he knew his own limitations. He absolutely had the possibility of being beaten to death by this strange bald man.

“Useless trash, why are you running? Go on!”

“Did you come up on stage just to disgrace the Sect?”

Below the arena, some Disciples, who had been holding back for a long time, immediately burst into curses upon seeing this.

Something’s wrong.

Ye Tianxiong narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss, and suddenly stood up.

Ye Fan had said that with the power of the Hongmeng Saint Bone, he might not be able to defeat Hui Mei, but there would be absolutely no problem in taking three moves.

Cold glints flickered in Chu Tian’s eyes as he muttered to himself, “Want to rise? Dream on.”

“Useless trash, did you come up on stage just to run away?” Hui Mei’s strange face was filled with anger. He had thought a Prodigy worth fighting had come up.

Is this all there is?

“Stop right there, kid.”

Buzz!

Hui Mei let out a low roar, ran rapidly, then suddenly bent over like a large bow, and shot out instantly like a sharp sword. His shiny bald head heavily struck Ye Fan’s chest.

Pfft!

Ye Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging, but he didn’t fly backward because Hui Mei’s bald head had directly plunged into his chest cavity, leaving a large indentation in his chest.

Visibly, a large lump of flesh protruded from Ye Fan’s back, corresponding exactly to the size of Hui Mei’s head. The sound of bones shattering exploded madly, and blood gushed out, instantly staining his entire body. The bluestone slabs of the arena beneath his feet turned crimson.

Dark red, viscous blood violently gushed from Ye Fan’s mouth.