Qin Fan, lying on the ground, felt a burning humiliation on his face. He had leapt onto the Stage with such majesty, yet he hadn't even touched his opponent's clothes before he was defeated so simply.
"As expected, it's still no good. With such strength, isn't challenging Long Yan tantamount to seeking death?"
"Knowing it's impossible but still going for it, tsk tsk tsk..."
All around, sneering voices were incessant, making Long Yan on the Stage frown. But in the Cultivation World, it is indeed survival of the fittest: the Strong Ones live, the weak perish.
In a corner unseen by the crowd, Qin Fan stuffed the Pill that Wang Lei had given him into his mouth, and suddenly, a surge of powerful True Qi coursed through his body.
"You are still..."
Before Long Yan could finish his sentence, he saw Qin Fan suddenly erupt with a heaven-shaking Demonic Qi, a strong Demonic Qi different from that of Human Demon Cultivators, somewhat similar to the Demon Clan.
