Zhan Jianming

Chen Fan sneered, then raised his head and looked coldly at Zongzheng Xiu.

Noticing Chen Fan's gaze, the man immediately turned his head away.

Chen Fan smiled, only then shifting his gaze elsewhere.

Over a hundred people stood atop the high platform, all true disciples. Wherever Chen Fan looked, everyone he could sense possessed tenth-level cultivation!

So many tenth-level experts gathered together made for quite a spectacular sight.

Yet there were not many among them truly worth Chen Fan's attention.

Chen Fan swept his divine sense across them, but in the end, his gaze settled on an elegant man in a long azure robe standing in a corner of the platform.

His expression tightened slightly.

Among the hundred-plus true disciples already present, he could confirm every one of their cultivation levels with his divine sense. Even true disciples at the Dao Fruit level could not escape his perception.

Yet this man alone eluded him.

He could not determine the man's exact strength.

After Chen Fan's cultivation had broken through to the tenth level, his divine sense had nearly reached the peak of the Celestial Being Realm.

The sheer total amount of his doubled divine sense far surpassed that of an ordinary peak Dao Fruit expert!

Yet he could not sense this man's strength.

Either this man's strength reached the heavens, or his divine sense had surpassed Chen Fan's, allowing him to block Chen Fan's divine-sense probe, or he possessed some special treasure that concealed his aura.

Whichever it was, it proved that this man was far from ordinary.

Of course, although the man could block Chen Fan's divine sense, the pressure his aura gave Chen Fan was not particularly great—far inferior to the Canghai Sword Emperor.

Still, he was indeed remarkable!

Chen Fan turned to Yu Jin and quietly asked,