Blood sprayed from all over Chen Fan's body, and he was sent flying backward by that terrifying claw.
Facing the Hell Tiger Demon God, who had burned his divine power, this move of Chen Fan's simply could not compare.
Yet Chen Fan's brows remained relaxed, his face brimming with excitement. He licked his lips.
Beiming's Thirteen Forms were exceptionally formidable. The power of this tenth form was something even the Fire Saint Sword, the strongest of the Thirteen Layers of the Four Saint Swords, could not match!
But to put it bluntly, although the power of this sword was considerably greater than the twelve-layer Primordial Sword Chen Fan had used when fighting the Hell Tiger Demon God before...
Compared to the twelve-layer Primordial Sword Chen Fan could use after his breakthrough, however, it still fell short by far more than a single star and a half...
Not to mention that Chen Fan had already cultivated all thirteen layers of the Primordial Sword to perfection!
Chen Fan had not used his true strength at all. This had merely been a test!
Elsewhere.
A trace of astonishment flashed through the Hell Tiger Demon God's eyes. "In a mere hundred years, how could you have improved so much... What... exactly did you do?"
They had only been apart for a hundred years, yet Chen Fan's strength had made tremendous progress.
Previously, when facing his "Burning Divine Power," Chen Fan had chosen to teleport away rather than confront him directly. Yet now, Chen Fan could contend with him head-on. Naturally, he was astonished!
To Demon God Kings and immortals, a hundred years could pass in the blink of an eye. Even when cultivating secret arts, one would feel there was not enough time.
How could he have imagined that Chen Fan would improve so