The rain curtain over the scorched earth fell once more, and the silhouette of Bai Fen, standing opposite with sword in hand, gradually became clearer.
He slowly walked out from the rain curtain.
The sword of the man in black still burned with intense flames, the entire sword glowing like a hot iron, turning a crimson color. The raindrops sizzled upon contact, emitting wisps of white smoke.
Bai Fen's pupils shrank, equally sensing the sudden surge in cultivation of the young man opposite him.
Moreover, his perception was more acute than that of Shen Meinan.
At the moment of their clash, Bai Fen could clearly sense that Chen Kuang's cultivation was merely at Innate Primordial Force.
As someone nearing the Grandmaster Realm, a Middle Third-Grade Cultivator, it was impossible for him to misjudge the cultivation of an opponent he had crossed swords with, or else his hard-earned reputation over the years might as well be fed to the dogs.
