A strange figure suddenly appeared behind Xia Chen. After that, a dagger stabbed toward the back of his head as quickly as a bolt of lightning, without any sound.

However, the dagger went straight through Xia Chen’s body; the latter was nothing more than an illusion. A foot-long talisman two inches wide then spun through that person’s neck. Without even being able to grunt, that person’s head was cut off by the talisman.

Xia Chen waved his hand, and the talisman flew into his hand like a cyclone. It was clearly a piece of paper but was as sharp as a divine weapon. It came and went without a shadow, slashing through defenses.

The most shocking thing to Long Chen and Guo Ran was that the moment Xia Chen was attacked, even Long Chen didn’t manage to see how he instantly moved himself. His movement art was bizarre. There was no premonition at all.

“Damn, this movement art, this attacking style, it’s all...