"Brother Chen Fan!" The Little Medicine Boy cried out in boundless excitement and surprise at the sight of Chen Fan appearing.
Shen Wushuang's lovely face froze slightly as she stared, entranced. In the world reflected in her beautiful eyes, there remained only Chen Fan's familiar green robe and that sharp sword!
She had imagined their reunion countless times, yet never had she expected it to be like this. At the critical moment, he had come—stomping the sea apart and charging forth from the spray with murder in his wake.
Several Hell Sect disciples were initially stunned. But when they turned and saw Chen Fan's face, their expressions changed drastically. Utterly dumbfounded and unable to believe their eyes, their jaws nearly dropped. The number one prodigy, who had not appeared for thirteen years, had actually emerged in this world.
Before long, an inexplicable chill and terror seized their hearts. They could see that Chen Fan had already reached Nascent Soul Late Stage! A prodigy who, thirteen years ago, could suppress and kill Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators while only at Nascent Soul Early Stage—was he not now invincible among those of the same rank?
"Run! Send a signal to notify the Elders in the sect!" a leading Hell Sect disciple shouted, turning and fleeing into the distance without looking back.
Another man held the Little Medicine Boy hostage, grabbing him with one hand as he fled after the leader.
The others scattered in every direction. At the same time, they took out crimson bones and tossed them into the clouds. In an instant, they exploded into blooms of blood mist—dazzlingly lurid and bloody—which spread through the air and formed blood-red flames. That was the mark of the Hell Sect.
"Only a few of you are left, barely drawing breath. What signal