Whoosh!
Chen Fan's figure vanished directly before everyone's eyes, without a trace or mark, utterly bizarre. This was far beyond the Nine Palaces Footwork he had used before, for at the instant he disappeared, everyone vaguely saw wisps of snowflakes drifting toward them!
Many of the prodigies were shocked. They could not sense at all how Chen Fan had done it. Even now, they were completely unable to catch any trace of him.
Not only them—even the Dao Protectors beside them changed expression. They could only barely make out a vague silhouette of Chen Fan flashing past before their eyes!
"This is..." Even Dugu Han was stirred, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"Damn it, this brat actually fused Treading Snow Without Trace from the Snow Studio Sword Art into the Nine Palaces Footwork. He'd been hiding his strength all along?" Bald Bird said in shock.
Fei Fengxuan's expression also tightened, his brows furrowing deeply. Yet he remained unflustered. He directly closed his eyes, gripping his sharp sword in hand as powerful Divine Sense surged forth. Then he abruptly opened his eyes and slashed his sword without hesitation at the empty space to his left, his attack incomparably forceful.
Clang!
A piercing metallic tremor rang out.
Chen Fan appeared, his sword held crosswise before him. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes—Fei Fengxuan had actually caught his movement technique.
"For the past decade or so, I remained within Shu Mountain's forbidden grounds, enduring the ambushes of over a hundred invisible swords every day. I have long tempered my Divine Sense to the realm of catching wind and grasping shadows. Such a petty trick of yours could never succeed!" Fei Fengxuan said coldly.
"Is that so?" Yet Chen Fan merely gave a cold smile. Then, with a muffled bang, his body