Killed in One Move—"Jiang Fan?"
"How is that possible?"
"Didn't you fall in the depths of the Galaxy more than a hundred years ago?"
Fu Wuhen's voice trembled with disbelief. Even he himself did not notice the faint trace of panic mixed within it.
He was far too familiar with that name.
As the most dazzling Genius in the Galaxy System over the past century, Fu Wuhen had often been compared to Jiang Fan in the early days of his rise.
That man, who in legend had swept across his generation with world-shaking talent and had even made the Grand Elder and the Abyss Master regard him differently, had always been a shadow hanging over his martial heart.
But...
That was someone who should have long since been buried in history. How had he come back to life?
Fu Wuhen narrowed his eyes and sized Jiang Fan up.
The other man looked exactly the same as the Jiang Fan recorded in the archives.
Yet his face was young, as if more than a hundred years had left no trace on him at all.
For a moment, he actually could not tell whether Jiang Fan's identity was real or fake...
"Fallen?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled.
"Perhaps in your heart, I truly had already fallen!"
"Otherwise, you would not have dared to so brazenly turn the Void Echoer into a tool of your private authority."
"However..."
"Now, I'm back!"
"And your dream of supreme power should end as well!"
Jiang Fan's tone was calm, yet it carried an invisible pressure that made Fu Wuhen's pupils abruptly contract.
At that moment, he sensed that the other man was not joking.
"He really might be Jiang Fan!"
But immediately after, ruthlessness surged once more in Fu Wuhen's eyes, and he shouted