Chen Fan raised his brows at the crystal wall before him.
On the projection, the two combatants were both from the Eclosion Sect.
Luo Caiwei against Hong Zhengchu.
One was the peerless genius of the Feather Gate, the other the peerless genius of the Dao Gate.
Although Luo Caiwei's swordsmanship was near-divine and exceptionally formidable, she had ultimately still lost to Hong Zhengchu.
Luo Caiwei's swordsmanship itself was incredibly powerful. Even Chen Fan had felt threatened by it back then.
What a pity...
Her own combat strength was too weak. Before Hong Zhengchu, wreathed in the majestic aura of an emperor, she still seemed somewhat frail.
It was not that Hong Zhengchu himself was powerful enough to withstand that half-move of Luo Caiwei's sword technique head-on. Rather, he had simply never given Luo Caiwei the chance to unleash that sword.
Chen Fan shook his head.
"When Luo Caiwei encountered me back then, she revealed this move in advance. Naturally, any powerhouse who knew how formidable she was would not give her the chance to use it..."
Her raw strength was far too lacking. Relying only on her swordsmanship, she might be able to defeat an ordinary second-level Chang Sheng cultivator, but she was still somewhat inferior when facing Hong Zhengchu.
The Eclosion Dynasty was no powerful dynasty that Great Qian could compare to.
Its grasp and cultivation of imperial aura also far surpassed that of Great Qian's Seventh Prince.
Though he was merely the Crown Prince of the Eclosion Dynasty, the boost he received in strength actually far exceeded that of the Seventh Prince, barely granting him combat power at the third level of Chang Sheng.
With this match concluded, all of Luo Caiwei's battles in this Plum Gathering were officially over.
She had ultimately lost nineteen matches and was