He never would have imagined that during the few days he spent refining pills in seclusion, such earth-shattering changes had occurred in the Black Angle Region.
"Have you discovered who was responsible?" Han Feng asked after regaining his composure, his expression grave.
"Not yet," Han Beng shook his head. "Only the blood cattle imprisoned in the Blood Sect's Blood Valley survived.
On the night of the massacre, all they heard were unending screams....it was clearly a one-sided slaughter.
Furthermore, investigations confirm that the treasuries of both factions were completely looted."
"Killing and seizing treasure so ruthlessly… this mysterious force is far too domineering."
Han Feng frowned deeply. His heart was filled with shock....and regret.
For years, he had coveted the Heavenly Flame imprisoned within Jia Nan Academy.
To that end, he had carefully laid plans and cultivated connections.
Fan Lao of the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb Master had both benefited greatly from him and had promised to assist him in the future.
Now that both were dead, all of Han Feng's preparations had come to nothing.
How could he not feel regret?
"In the Black Angle Region, who could silently annihilate both the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb?"
"And what is their goal....revenge, domination… or simply killing and looting?"
"If it's the latter…"
Han Feng's expression changed drastically.
Though he had never established a sect of his own, the wealth he had accumulated over the years far surpassed that of the two annihilated factions combined.
The thought that this mysterious force might soon target him sent a chill through his spine.
"No. I can't stay in Maple City any longer—remaining here would be far too passive."
Fear took root in his heart, and Han Feng immediately resolved to leave and lie low for a period of time.
"Han feng," he said sternly, "I'll be leaving for a while. Remember—do not reveal my departure to anyone."
With that, Han Feng moved, his figure flashing as he rushed outward.
"Heh… Han Feng, thinking of leaving now? Don't you think you're a little late?"
A cold laugh suddenly echoed across the courtyard.
The unexpected voice made Han Feng's heart tighten, his scalp instantly going numb.
"Who is it?!"
"To appear here without me sensing anything…"
Han Feng spun around sharply, staring toward the source of the voice.
There, standing upon the balcony of the tall pavilion at the courtyard's center, was a young man clad in luxurious robes, gazing down at him from above.
"You brat, you've got quite the nerve, trespassing into forbidden grounds! Are you tired of living?"
Ye Chen's aura was completely concealed by the Spirit Concealment Stone, making him appear no different from an ordinary person. Seeing this, Han Beng pointed at Ye Chen and shouted angrily without the slightest hesitation.
"Han Beng, shut up!" Han Feng roared. "Kneel and apologize to this senior at once!"
"Th-this…"
Han Beng panicked at Han Feng's outburst. Hesitation flickered in his eyes. But as he lifted his head again to look at Ye Chen....
A terrifying gale had already arrived.
Boom!
In an instant, Han Beng's body shattered under the overwhelming force, exploding into a cloud of blood mist that dispersed into the air.
"With this kind of presence… he's definitely a Dou Zong!"
Seeing Ye Chen casually kill a peak Dou Wang with a single strike, Han Feng was utterly horrified. At that moment, he was fully convinced—
This man was the one who had destroyed the Blood Sect and the Black Skull Tomb.
Forcing himself to calm down, Han Feng bowed respectfully and said,
"Senior, forgive my discourtesy. Han Feng failed to welcome you properly—please forgive me."
"Forgive you?" Ye Chen replied with a faint smile. "That depends on whether your master agrees."
As he spoke, Ye Chen lifted his hand and released the restraints on the Soul-Controlling Banner.
The moment its suppression vanished, thick black mist surged forth violently.
At the same time, an overwhelming aura erupted, blanketing heaven and earth in terrifying pressure.
My teacher?"
Ye Chen's words caused a brief pause.
Han Feng frowned slightly, confusion flashing through his eyes.
However, before he could think further, a vast and oppressive aura suddenly swept across the space. His body stiffened, and his complexion turned pale in an instant.
That aura—
He was incomparably familiar with it.
"This is impossible… absolutely impossible!"
"How could that old man still be alive?!"
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