Chen Fan poured all his strength into a sword strike, slashing thunderously toward the sky.
This period of secluded cultivation had also been the longest retreat Chen Fan had undertaken since he began cultivating.
Although none of his various Great Daos had broken through, his strength had improved considerably once more—especially due to Blood-Melting Technique reaching the twelfth level, as well as the boost from his further mastery of the Power of the Abyss.
If Chen Fan before entering the Ancient Tree Realm had only barely risen above the weakest tier of Demon God Kings and Immortals, and had even been inferior to the Nightmare Ancestor of the Night Wraith Clan, then at this moment, he was confident that even without Ultimate Power, he could easily defeat a Demon God King of the Nightmare Ancestor's caliber.
Perhaps he was still inferior to Beiming, but he was likely already on the same level.
Yet the result disappointed Chen Fan greatly.
His attack had indeed torn apart quite a few illusory lights, but none of them came close to one of the seven sword scars.
Much less could it tear open this sky.
"My raw strength still isn't enough..."
Chen Fan took a deep breath, reined in the aura around his body and the Cold Edge Sword in his hand, then raised his brows as he looked into the distance.
Even in the face of the tremendous commotion he had just caused, the Ancient Dragon in the distance still lay sprawled upon the ground as though it had heard nothing.
"This is good news. This Ancient Dragon probably doesn't care about what I do. That means I can try as much as I want..."
Of course, if his raw strength was insufficient, it would be meaningless even if the Ancient Dragon ignored