Returning to Ruthlessness

Beneath the vast sky, bamboo stalks stood thick and tall!

Five young figures appeared out of nowhere. Using a mysterious and profound method of teleportation, they had found this place and burst forth from the void, heading straight for the bamboo grove where Chen Fan was.

The two at the forefront were both mid-stage Soul Division cultivators. They looked incredibly young, yet had lived for who knew how many years. The Dao rhythms within them were vast and surging, radiating immense pressure.

One of them held a violet-gold fan. His name was Feng Wuji, and he possessed complete control over the winds between heaven and earth. He had made his name in a single battle—wherever his hurricanes swept through, living beings perished and all became ruins. Some also called him Feng Wuhen.

The other wielded a sharp sword. Clearly, he was an extraordinary sword cultivator. With one sword and no regrets, blood would spatter for a thousand miles. His name was Xu Wuhui.

In recent years, these two had risen to great fame. Not only were they the right and left arms of Fu Baihou, one of the thrones of the Heavenly Dao Sect, but their strength was formidable enough to surpass Fu Baihou's cousin, Fu Hongchen, by a fraction. Once they joined forces, they were comparable to Fu Baihou himself.

The three cultivators following behind them consisted of two men and one woman. Among them, one man and the woman were precisely the two who had traveled with Fu Hongchen that day. After witnessing Chen Fan's strength and sensing that something was amiss, they had left ahead of time. Now they had come along as well, to witness how these two powerful figures would suppress and kill Chen Fan.

At this moment, Chen Fan rose from within the bamboo