Zhao Family Souls Under Ning Fan's Hand

It rose again?

A surge of doubt welled up in the old woman's heart. One had to understand that Ning Fan's current ranking had already been established after he had unleashed his martial arts and various means.

That was his relatively true standing.

And yet, it could still climb higher!?

She mused that perhaps his refinement of the Yin Yang Qi had allowed his cultivation realm to advance, leading to an increase in the potency of his techniques.

At best, she expected his rank to rise by a few places.

But once she opened her eyes to check the Stele, the composure on her face abruptly vanished, replaced by a look of profound shock. As a Dao Lord of the Yin Yang Divine Sect, this old woman was experienced and knowledgeable; there were very few things in this world that could startle her.

After exhausting his methods to drive away Zhao Qingbo, Ning Fan's name had already hovered around the eight hundred and fiftieth position. Now, however, his name flared with brilliant golden light, vaulting directly to the six hundredth position.

An increase of two hundred and fifty places in one breath!!!

That was two hundred and fifty, not twenty-five!

What did this signify?

One had to realize that the higher one climbed on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele, the fiercer the competition became. Ning Fan's massive leap meant he had trampled over two hundred Walking Disciples, as well as a dozen rank-holding and Personal Disciples.

Six hundredth place was a respectable rank even for the veteran Personal Disciples of the various main peaks.

Now, the only ones still pressing down on Ning Fan were Lei Miao and a handful of renowned Great Personal Disciples from the major peaks!!

Furthermore, the realm displayed beside Ning Fan's name served as a stark reminder to everyone: he was merely at the seventh layer of the Profound Extreme Realm, still possessing vast room for growth.

If Ning Fan were to reach the Perfection of the Profound Extreme Realm, he might truly have the capacity to approach, or even surpass, Lei Miao.

"Hiss-"

Sharp intakes of breath echoed through the plaza. A sense of unreality stirred in everyone's hearts. Ning Fan was a new disciple who had joined the main peaks two sessions early! What manner of methods did he possess to rank among the elite Personal Disciples of the major peaks!?

How!?

Exactly how was this possible!?

Ning Fan's current rank on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele had clearly eclipsed Zhao Zhou, Zhao Feixing, and Zhao Chuang!!!

Yet, even so, in the eyes of the onlookers, Ning Fan's predicament had not significantly improved. He and Yun Qingyao were, after all, facing fifteen opponents.

A combined force of three Personal Disciples and twelve rank-holding disciples was a combination that would force even the top Great Personal Disciples of any peak into a desperate, hard-fought battle.

From their current perspective, the Yin Yang Tower's assessment of Ning Fan still placed him below those top-tier Great Personal Disciples who had yet to unleash their full power. His situation remained dire.

But with Ning Fan at six hundredth and Yun Qingyao at nine hundredth, their combined strength was not entirely without the power to resist the fifteen Zhao family disciples. Even if they were eventually driven out, they would surely leave those Zhao disciples crippled.

Every eye remained glued to the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele, fearing they might miss the slightest flicker.

Time crept by.

Every second felt like a year. The crowd wished they possessed eyes that could pierce the very walls of the Yin Yang Tower to witness the slaughter within.

Of course, they did not realize that even those inside the tower had been unable to observe the specific details of the battle.

At that moment, Ning Fan, Yun Qingyao, and the fifteen Zhao family disciples were all locked within the Burning Heaven Cauldron. The rise in Ning Fan's ranking was merely a reflection of the pressure and aura emanating from the activation of that ancient artifact.

Just as the crowd grew impatient, the names on the Yin Yang Fire-Pattern Stele suddenly dimmed. It was not just Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao-the names of the fifteen Zhao family disciples also began to fade.

"Eh!?"

"What is happening!?"

Exclamations erupted.

They had waited so long to see the outcome of the battle, yet now, everyone's names had simultaneously dimmed, suggesting that they had all ceased the circulation of their spiritual power.

"Is this all bark and no bite?"

"Did they trade a few blows and then stop?"

"What does this mean!?"

Listening to the murmurs, Zhao Bo, sitting in the seat of honor, felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. This was supposed to be a golden opportunity to discipline Ning Fan.

Why would Zhao Zhou, Zhao Chuang, and Zhao Feixing choose to stop?

It defied logic.

However, the next moment, a cry drew everyone's attention back to the Stele.

"Wait, look!"

"The names of those fifteen Zhao disciples aren't just 'stopping their light'-they are becoming blurry."

"They are vanishing!!"

Everyone shifted their gazes immediately. Sure enough, while the names of Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao had simply ceased their brilliant glow, the names of Zhao Chuang, Zhao Zhou, Zhao Feixing, and the fifteen Zhao disciples were steadily dissolving.

The fire clusters accompanying their names were flickering out, piece by piece.

A moment later, they were gone entirely. Names from further down the list gradually rose to fill the void, replacing them on the Stele.

Silence.

Utter silence.

The entire world fell so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at one another, wide-eyed, a singular, chilling thought dawning upon them.

There was only one reason for a name to vanish completely from the Stele.

-Perish.

Indeed, it was not impossible for lives to be lost within the Yin Yang Tower. If the disparity in strength was so vast that one side could instantly slay the other, then death would claim them before the tower's protective barriers could expel them.

But could it be...?

Could Zhao Chuang, Zhao Zhou, Zhao Feixing, and all fifteen Zhao disciples have perished at the hands of Ning Fan!?

"No, that is impossible!"

Zhao Bo surged to his feet, his face twisted in a loss of composure. They had intended a coordinated expulsion of Ning Fan, not a slaughter! How could their names vanish from the Stele?

It was absolutely impossible.

"There must be some mistake!" Zhao Bo shouted, his voice trembling with agitation.

He was not alone. From the Ninth Elder down to the lofty ancestor, every figure of authority began secretly channeling spiritual power into their communication jade pendants.

Each family and faction had members participating in the Peak Competition. Ordinarily, the outside world would never contact those within, as it risked distracting the combatants, but now, they demanded the truth.

What had truly happened inside the Yin Yang Tower?

As one jade pendant after another began to glow, the crowd received their answers. Even the copper-whisker pendant in Ninth Elder Zhao Bo's hand flared to life.

In the next moment, an absolute, deathly silence descended upon the plaza.

The reason was simple. They had all received the same, brutal information-

Ning Fan had slain all fifteen Zhao family disciples on the fourth floor of the Yin Yang Tower!

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