Chen Fan's comprehension of the five great Dao Domains was exceptionally profound. Aside from his supreme Sword Dao, the others far surpassed the level of ordinary Dao Fruits.
Thus, after his Four Saint Swords leaped past the bottleneck of the sixth level, each of them advanced by quite a bit. Of course, none had directly reached the perfected seventh level, but they had still improved greatly...
His body and divine consciousness also underwent a new round of transformation, continuously strengthening.
Of course, this strengthening process could not be completed overnight. It still required time.
About half an hour passed, and the battle on the crystal wall before him was nearing its end.
A spiritual light flashed across the token in Chen Fan's hand, urging him that his match was about to begin.
His battle was the second-to-last match of this Plum Gathering, and also his final one.
Chen Fan immediately rose and bade his master and the others farewell.
He headed toward the Eclosion Tower.
His final opponent was none other than Zhou Bailan.
When he arrived at the Eclosion Tower, however, he found that Zhou Bailan had not entered immediately. Instead, he stood outside, quietly watching him.
"You're here."
Zhou Bailan smiled. "What a pity... our battle can only take place within an illusion. That is rather dull."
Chen Fan smiled as well. "I don't want to kill you."
At those words, Zhou Bailan gave a soft "Heh," shook his head, and said no more. "Let's go."
He stepped through one of the Eclosion Tower's entrances, his figure vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Chen Fan paused slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
In truth, if Chen Fan had agreed to a deathmatch with Zhou Bailan back then—
With Little Butterfly and the White Emperor