Chen Fan's lightning mirror image was incomparably powerful, maintained at its absolute peak. Its cultivation had also reached the early Spirit Refining Stage, exactly the same as Chen Fan's true body.
When that sword fell, it was like a vast bolt of lightning cleaving down from beyond the nine heavens, swift as wind and lightning. Chen Fan's heart tightened. Though he had fought mirror images before, he had only just entered the Spirit Refining Stage and had yet to fully familiarize himself with this realm. Yet this strike from his own mirror image had shown him the extent of his own strength.
"This is a way to swiftly consolidate my foundation. The Heavenly Dao sought to kill me, never imagining it would instead send charcoal in the snow!" Chen Fan stepped with the Nine Palaces Footwork, leaving behind only an afterimage for the mirror image to cut apart as he successfully evaded the strike!
He sneered inwardly. The sword blade hummed clearly in his hand as black-and-white flames erupted at once. He knew this opponent would be terrifying. This mirror image surely possessed the Eight-Nine Arcane Art as well, and understood it even more thoroughly than his true body did. But this was undoubtedly an immense opportunity—an opportunity for Chen Fan to swiftly comprehend the mysteries of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
The only thing he needed to do was defeat the mirror image before him, absorb everything it possessed, and use it to perfect his true body.
Whoosh!
Another sound tore through the air as the mirror image abruptly appeared behind Chen Fan, its sword sweeping toward his neck!
Chen Fan stamped his foot and easily dodged the blow! Yet very quickly, he sensed that something was wrong!
"Not good!" Chen Fan's expression changed. It was already too late for