Traces of the Hell Sect

Hell Sect!

The moment Chen Fan heard those three words, a flash of insight streaked through his mind, and his expression immediately grew grave.

That was right—the Hell Sect. How could he have carelessly forgotten the existence of this faction? It was an assassin organization that had once made countless people tremble at the mere mention of its name. They specialized in the way of assassination, moving through the void and killing without a trace.

Chen Fan knew that this faction also bore a blood feud against him. Back outside the Ancient Immortal Road, their Vice Sect Master had joined forces with experts from the Qin Clan and the Divine Silkworm Clan in an attempt to capture Chen Fan alive. In the end, Chen Fan had drawn down a heavenly tribulation and slain them on the spot.

Yet after that, the Hell Sect had vanished without a sound. Even the disciples they had stationed along the Ancient Immortal Road had withdrawn one after another, and there had been no word from them for more than a few years.

Nearly eight years had passed, and Chen Fan had almost forgotten that the Hell Sect existed. Now that he recalled them, his heart sank. Perhaps this faction truly had acted in secret. They had lain dormant for years, finally spotting the right opportunity and uncovering Bald Bird's transmission route. They had intercepted them through the void and directly abducted Bald Bird and the others.

If Hell Sect experts had struck together under those circumstances, then with Dugu Han's late Spirit Refinement cultivation, he likely would have had no power to fight back at all.

"Brother, what should we do?" Chen Jingjing was deeply worried. Seeing Chen Fan's expression, she had already realized that her guess was very likely correct.

"I'll handle it.