A Battle to Temper Oneself

Bang!

Boom—!

Divine radiance spilled through the air, streams of light flickering as the void itself shuddered and twisted.

The violent clash of weapons rang out in every direction. Chen Fan and Fu Hongchen exchanged blows at incredible speed, yet both held back their true strength, using only surface-level arts to meet each other head-on. They both knew that whoever revealed their real trump card first would already have lost half the battle.

What they were competing in was their foundation—seeing whose foundation was more terrifying.

But without question, when it came to foundations, Chen Fan feared no one. He had rebuilt his Great Dao several times, and his physical body had undergone several transformations along the way. He had long since attained skin of gold and bones of iron, while his Great Dao was firm beyond measure, difficult to shake.

Though Fu Hongchen had originated from the derivation of a Dao rhyme, his body had been condensed by a Supreme Restriction. His foundation was inherently exceptional, and as he clashed so fiercely with Chen Fan, neither could gain the upper hand for the moment.

Thus, the key to victory would be whose true essence was more vast and abundant.

"Suppress!" Fu Hongchen shouted in a deep voice. The Ice Soul Blade in his hand suddenly slashed forth an iceberg, its danger immense. It descended directly above Chen Fan's head and crashed down.

Chen Fan remained calm and composed. Holding the Wuya Sword, he softly uttered, "Break." Countless streaks of sword light then shot forth, weaving into a dense sword net of incomparable sharpness that directly covered the entire iceberg.

With a tremendous bang, the iceberg was dismantled into chunks of ice that fell from the sky.

On the ground, the young man and woman who had been pursued were