Primordial Supreme narrowed his eyes as he watched, curious about Chen Fan's actions.
Chen Fan's swordsmanship was certainly formidable, but he could not even withstand fifty percent of his power, let alone sixty percent now.
Although the power of that move had been offset considerably by Chen Fan's earlier sword strike, the remaining force was still immensely powerful.
He was merely curious, however, and did not make any move to help Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's astonishing talent left him in awe. He believed Chen Fan was no fool—there had to be a reason for what he was doing!
Boom!
Amid the thunderous roar,
golden light burst from Chen Fan's body as he activated the defensive immortal artifact, the Cloud-Gold Robe, forcibly enduring the lingering force of that attack.
The terrifying rumbling took a long while to fade.
Chen Fan, who had faced the residual force of Primordial Supreme's palm strike head-on, was still sprayed with bloody light all over despite wearing the immortal Cloud-Gold Robe. Dense cracks, like shattered porcelain, covered his body.
Yet his aura had not weakened by much...
With my current physical strength, combined with the Cloud-Gold Robe's defense, after striking with all my strength to cancel out the power of that palm, I can still withstand the remainder of this move rather easily...
Chen Fan's eyes shone brightly.
Though bloody light covered his entire body, his injuries were truly not that severe.
His body was simply too powerful now!
Even among true members of the God-Defying Race, perhaps only that ultimate being, the God King, could surpass Chen Fan in terms of physical strength.
The reason Chen Fan had taken Primordial Supreme's attack head-on was to test the upper limit of the force he could endure in actual combat...
He truly did not possess power capable