"You..."
When Lin Zhentian saw Chen Fan's face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.
"It... it's you?! Chen Fan?!"
"You... you're actually not dead?!!"
"How is that possible? Your Immortal Bone was dug out, your foundation ruined. Even if you had survived by sheer luck, how could you have become this powerful in barely a hundred years?"
After the shock came even deeper greed and killing intent.
"Good! Very good!"
"It seems you've obtained a heaven-defying fortune!"
"Perfect. Today, I'll leave behind your new opportunity along with your worthless life, and help the Young Sect Master climb to even greater heights!"
As Lin Zhentian spoke, his aura rose steadily higher!
He was the third-in-command of the Heavenly Feather Sect, a Peak Ninth-grade Heavenly Immortal!
A hundred years ago, it was he who had captured Chen Fan and ordered his bones dug out!!
"Heh, an old dog and a little dog. What goes around comes around. The heavens are watching what men do. The hatred of having my bones dug out back then will be repaid a hundredfold today!"
Chen Fan sneered and met his aura head-on without the slightest fear!
Rumble—
In an instant, their auras collided, making heaven and earth tremble violently.
In the blink of an eye, terrifying gale-force winds erupted from the collision and swept across the entire area.
Some weaker Heavenly Feather Sect disciples were sent flying straight to the ground!
"Hmph! Sharp-tongued brat!"
"Back then, you were nothing more than an ant raised in captivity by my Heavenly Feather Sect!"
"For your Immortal Bone to serve our sect's Young Sect Master was your greatest honor!"
Lin Zhentian was so enraged that he laughed instead, killing intent boiling over.
"Since you survived by luck, you should have hidden away like a cockroach!"