A trap? That should be impossible!
Chen Fan shook his head slightly. He did not believe this was a trap. His whereabouts on this journey had been exceedingly secret, and he had remained vigilant at all times. Unless it was someone in the Nascent Soul Realm, no one could possibly have discovered him without his knowing.
Moreover, even taking a step back, those people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had no reason to do this. Rather than laying out a trap to lure him in, it would have been far simpler to seize Little Medicine Boy and take him back to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, using him to force Chen Fan to show himself.
"Should we make a move? This old man can guarantee that there are absolutely no Golden Core Realm experts within a hundred li, but I'm afraid there may be some scheme at work!" Bald Bird asked with a frown.
"There are three at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and two at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. It will only take a few breaths. Even if a Golden Core Realm cultivator is lying in ambush, they won't have time to strike me." After pondering for a moment, Chen Fan slowly drew the sharp sword from its sheath. Then he concealed his aura, his body flickered slightly, and he turned into a black shadow as he crept toward them.
At that moment, ten li away, five Foundation Establishment disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were escorting two beautiful women and a youth toward the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
"Heh heh, when we go back up the mountain this time, I'm afraid every fellow disciple will be shocked. Everyone thought you two had died long ago, yet you secretly lived in seclusion for nearly four