Impressive!
Feeling the surging flames, Chen Fan had the sensation of facing the Dark Bird once again.
In truth,
Wu Cheng's strength still could not compare to the Dark Bird at its peak.
However, when Chen Fan had encountered the Dark Bird back then, it had also been in exceptionally poor condition.
Chen Fan did not hesitate either. He activated the second stage of Berserk and brought down the sword in his hand.
Earth, fire, water, wind—giving rise to primordial chaos.
Where the sword light passed, even flames containing the power of the Great Dao were extinguished in patches.
Chen Fan's cultivation realm was still far behind, but the Primordial Sword's uniqueness, coupled with his own terrifying strength, made up for that gap.
The next moment,
The flames filling the sky were swept clean.
After a long while, the sword qi dissipated.
Where the roiling clouds, smoke, and shockwaves surged,
Whoosh.
An orange-red flare rose into the sky. Wu Cheng's somewhat disheveled figure appeared in Chen Fan's field of vision, his eyes filled with wariness and astonishment.
Even though he had already estimated Chen Fan's strength, the terror of this sword strike still shocked Wu Cheng greatly—enough to make his heart tremble.
Wu Cheng appeared merely somewhat disheveled, as though he had suffered no injury, but Chen Fan sharply sensed the decline in his aura.
What a joke. Before Chen Fan's Blood-Melting Technique broke through, even Fish Tiger, at the fourth level of Chang Sheng, had not dared to take Chen Fan's second-stage Berserk Primordial Sword head-on.
Much less the current Chen Fan.
Wu Cheng was weaker still. How could he possibly have emerged from that move without the slightest injury?
With the advantage in hand, Chen Fan gave no quarter. His body instantly turned into a streak of blood