Blood God?

Fish Tiger smiled at Chen Fan.

"Actually, once one's strength reaches this level, victory and defeat are not necessarily set in stone. Your power is already sufficient to destroy me."

"However, your realm is too low. It is merely an accumulation of power levels. To true experts who have stepped through the gateway of the Great Dao, it is not as much of a threat as you imagine. Especially to existences like me, who have comprehended the Mind-Aspect World..."

"Still, if one's power becomes strong enough, the gap between any realms or methods is nothing more than a joke. As they say, one force can shatter ten thousand techniques. Given the right opportunity and circumstances, you could defeat me as well!"

Chen Fan's eyes flickered, and he shook his head.

He had only attained his current realm thanks to the Sword Sect ancestor's three days of emergency instruction. Yet compared to these most exceptional geniuses, there was still quite a gap.

This gap was a gap in foundation.

His strongest swordsmanship had only barely reached the level of an ordinary Chang Sheng expert.

Yet they had long since touched upon the Great Dao.

No matter how powerful swordsmanship was, an ordinary Dao could not compare with someone else's Great Dao.

His advantages lay in the Primordial Sword and the God-Defying Blood.

In truth.

Under second-level Berserk, Chen Fan's power was indeed terrifying to the extreme. But to make up for the disparity in realm and cultivation, he needed even more overwhelmingly crushing power...

For now, he was likely still not strong enough.

Fish Tiger said, "Right, I should remind you. Defeating Rui Chi and preventing him from entering the top four sequences is only a minor matter. The Horned Demon Clan will not trouble you over something that has already