Fantasy: I, Who Can View The Script Of My Life, Can Be Arbitrary Forever

"Defeating Qiu Hei in just a few steps, and so effortlessly, how is this possible? Saint Child doesn't seem to have been injured until now!"

"What was that final sword? I feel like it transcended the realm of ordinary cultivators, unleashing a power akin to that of an immortal!"

"He was proclaimed as the Saint Child. I had some reservations before, but now I am completely in awe. This Saint Child is not human at all!"

Countless people exclaimed in astonishment.

In fact, when Zhang Fan was able to compete evenly with Qiu Hei, they were already completely in awe of Zhang Fan.

Now, defeating Qiu Hei, this battle has come to an end.

The presiding elder looked at the arena in a daze, seemingly not expecting that Zhang Fan would actually win this battle.

"Zhang Fan is victorious!"

"Congratulations to the Saint Child for winning this competition. With the might of the Saint Child, the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land will surely prosper for eternity."

The chief elder quickly announced Zhang Fan's victory, along with some flattery.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, seeing so many people's gazes focused on him, he also felt a bit arrogant.

Nodding slightly, standing with hands behind his back, he flew towards the spectator stands.

In fact, this time, he didn't reveal all his cards and still had a trick up his sleeve, but it was enough to demonstrate his strength.

Believe that in the future, no one in the entire holy land will doubt him.

I'm so amazing, what else do you doubt?

At this moment, Qiu Hei was lying on the arena, barely breathing.

Although he was not seriously injured, he couldn't move.

His face was filled with gloom and hatred.

He couldn't understand why Zhang Fan was so powerful, defeating him without leaving a scratch.

He regretted challenging Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan achieved greatness, while he became a waste disciple who couldn't even defeat a Divine Pill realm.

Zhang Fan showed off his glory at his expense.

"Zhang Fan, if I have the chance, I will definitely kill you and make you suffer!"

Seeing the gazes of the people around him, he felt a sense of shame. From becoming a true disciple until now, he had never experienced such a thing.

Since childhood, he had extraordinary talent and entered the holy land before the age of seventeen.

Then he was accepted as a true disciple by Elder Han Mo, his status was above many other true disciples, enjoying endless glory.

Although there were some setbacks, everything went smoothly.

Now, losing like this in the grand competition, his lifelong reputation was ruined.

"Hmph, rebel, come back."

Suddenly, a cold shout and a force swept him up, bringing him to Elder Han Mo's side.

Elder Han Mo stared at him coldly, even the gaze of the Holy Lord beside him was somewhat unfriendly.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Hei quickly supported his injured body and saluted, "Greetings, Master, greetings, Holy Lord!"

At this moment, he realized what he had done.

His master had instructed him before, to make a move against the Saint Child, but to exercise restraint and not go too far.

But his performance on the arena completely disregarded Elder Han Mo's words.

At this moment, there was no other possibility except to be held accountable.

"Master, Holy Lord, please listen to my explanation!"

"I saw that the Holy Lord is truly extraordinary, so I went all out to test the strength of the Saint Child. Perhaps I went too far, but..."

Qiu Hei's legs trembled as he hurriedly explained.

He knew that his master, although not usually concerned about his affairs, was strict in character. If he defied him in important matters, the consequences would generally be miserable.

To be brought up in public like this, it was clear that the situation had become serious.

"Enough, what are you thinking? No one here is a fool."

"If I were your master, I would have already knelt down and admitted my mistake!" Han Mo said coldly.

All the elders looked at him with displeasure.

This Qiu Hei, as a true disciple, actually harbored murderous intent towards the Saint Child. How could this be forgiven?

Plop!

Qiu Hei knelt firmly on the ground, "Disciple knows his mistake. I shouldn't have been so heavy-handed towards the Saint Child. Disciple admits his fault!"

"You were wrong not only in being heavy-handed, but also in harboring murderous intent towards the Saint Child. Do you think it's just a matter of being heavy-handed?" Han Mo said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Hei's heart trembled.

Zhang Fan, as the Saint Child, now displayed such talent that he could be considered the most valued person in the Holy Land, even surpassing the position of the Holy Lord.

And yet, Qiu Hei was accused of harboring murderous intent towards Zhang Fan?

If this accusation were proven, the Holy Land would definitely not tolerate him. They might even take action to eliminate the threat!

"This is a misunderstanding! Master, please see clearly. I did have some disrespect towards the Saint Child, but I never had any murderous intent!"

"It must have been my mistake just now. Yes, it was my mistake. I could never have any murderous intent towards the Saint Child. The Saint Child is such an extraordinary person. Even if I had a hundred times more courage, I wouldn't dare to oppose him!"

"Holy Lord, please see clearly! Master, please see clearly!"

Qiu Hei, who had been proud for decades, was truly panicked at this moment.

He quickly knelt down, kowtowing and shouting.

Although he did have murderous intent towards Zhang Fan, if he admitted it now, it would be a dead end. There would be no second chance for survival.

But no matter how loudly Qiu Hei shouted, no one present believed him.

Having lived for so long, who among them was not astute? With Qiu Hei's half-hearted character, how could he deceive them?

"Elder Han, Qiu Hei is your disciple. I shouldn't interfere in your affairs, but now he poses a threat to Zhang Fan. You understand what I mean. Handle this matter."

At this moment, the Holy Lord spoke.

His expression was calm, without a trace of mercy towards Qiu Hei.

"Yes, Holy Lord, I will not let him off." Han Mo nodded, his eyes flickering with an unknown meaning.

Qiu Hei suddenly collapsed to the ground. With the Holy Lord speaking, punishment was inevitable.

He just didn't know if Han Mo would spare his life.

Han Mo slightly bowed, leading Qiu Hei to retreat.

The commotion above also reached Zhang Fan's side.

"It seems that Qiu Hei is in trouble..." Zhang Fan thought to himself.

There was no way around it. He was the esteemed Saint Child.

Regardless of his identity, openly opposing him was too presumptuous.

"Zhang Fan, you didn't even get beaten up. It's unbelievable, how is that possible!" Shao Han said, looking incredulous, as if he regretted that Zhang Fan hadn't been beaten.

Zhang Fan was speechless. "Do you know who I am? Does the Saint Child understand? As the Saint Child, how could I be beaten? A mere Qiu Hei is insignificant."

"Tsk, just bragging. I think it's because that Qiu Hei went easy on you, afraid of embarrassing you."

"You see, he didn't perform well and got scolded!"

The commotion caused by Qiu Hei's scolding reached Zhang Fan's side, and Shao Han also heard a bit of it.

"Did you hear clearly? He was scolded because he was too heavy-handed towards me. What do you mean by him going easy on me?" Zhang Fan was speechless.

"That's right, so he went easy on you from the beginning, and now he's being scolded for being too heavy-handed!" Shao Han said without a doubt.

"Fine, believe whatever you want."

Zhang Fan realized that this little girl couldn't stand to see him doing well.

She could even make up lies.

Anyone could see that Qiu Hei had tried to kill him.

But it was also possible that this girl had poor eyesight and didn't see it clearly.

At this moment, Liu Ruoxue couldn't help but laugh and say, "Xiao Han was cheering for you during the competition, looking worried. But now, why are you mocking him?"