Lu Feng heard the shout and saw Nie Mingfei staring directly at his hiding place. His expression could not help but turn grave.
At this moment, he was at least several hundred meters away from Nie Mingfei. Not only had he used the Turtle Breath Divine Dragon Secret Art to conceal his aura, but he had also pressed himself against the side of a massive tree stump, perfectly avoiding every visible angle.
He had not expected that, even after being so cautious, she would still sense him.
Just how terrifying was Nie Mingfei's strength?
There was no room for hesitation.
In his shock, Nie Mingfei had already slashed out with a fierce Palm Blade. A terrifying wave of air swept across the swamp's surface, and by the time it reached Lu Feng, it had transformed into a muddy tsunami that blotted out the sky, brimming with immense pressure.
In an instant, the tree stump concealing him was blasted into splinters.
Forced by that terrifying might,
Lu Feng had no choice but to reveal himself and retreat. After bounding across several tree stumps in succession, he barely managed to split apart the oppressive palm force with a Vertical Split Sword Stance.
That sword strike immediately drew the attention of Nie Mingfei's entire group.
Fang Ji cried out excitedly, "It was him! He was the one who saved me earlier! See? I told you he was young."
Realizing he had lost his composure somewhat, he coughed solemnly and added, "Judging from that sword just now, it would not be difficult for him to split open the Netherworld String Spider's cocoon."
Upon hearing this, the coldness on Nie Mingfei and the other elders' faces lessened somewhat.
Led by Nie Mingfei, they approached Lu Feng.
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