The Power of Merit

Inside the private room.

Chen Qingru turned her head, looking at Chen Fan with a strange expression.

Chen Fan gave a "heh" laugh.

If betting had not already closed, Chen Fan believed that Duo Ge's words alone would have brought Zhou Bailan's odds down to single digits.

"Not only is there something wrong with Zhou Bailan, it's no small problem... The Eclosion Sect truly is not simple!" Even though Chen Fan knew some of the inside story, he was still somewhat astonished.

Who was Duo Ge's master?

That was the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor, a major figure at the immortal level.

It was normal for Zhou Bailan to have hidden his strength and possessed a trump card.

But for the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor to specifically remind his Chang Sheng Second Layer disciple to beware of him—that was a major issue!

Meanwhile, the two had already begun fighting within the crystal-wall projection.

An ice sword condensed in Duo Ge's hand, and in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield turned into a vast expanse of white.

Then a surging storm of ice crystals swept toward Zhou Bailan.

Zhou Bailan appeared so tiny amid the boundless wind and snow, swallowed up in an instant...

Chen Fan stared fixedly at the crystal wall, his eyes flickering.

Having fought Duo Ge before, he knew how terrifying this move was. Even if he himself faced it head-on without making any preparations, he would not have an easy time of it.

Then, in the next instant, a dazzling golden light rose from amid the snowstorm.

"This is..."

Chen Qingru, beside him, widened her eyes. "Imperial destiny?"

The dazzling golden light broke through the onslaught of ice crystals in the blink of an eye, surging back toward Duo Ge.

"No!"

Chen Fan shook his head.