"Boom!"

With a loud noise, another giant handprint, similar in size but slightly different in color, also appeared in the air.

Seeing this scene, Ding Huo and Lin Yifan were shocked.

They never expected that the opponents would also know the Witchcraft Palm technique. Weren't these supposed to be cultivators from the Shadow Organization? How could they use the signature palm technique of the Voodoo Sect from the Central Plains?

The first thought that popped into their minds was that these black-clad individuals were not cultivators from the Shadow Organization. They were most likely long-lost fellow disciples of the Voodoo Sect. This was Ding Huo's thought.

Lin Yifan thought that these black-clad individuals might be the remnants of the Voodoo Sect who survived all those years ago.

In fact, Lin Yifan had long known that there were still remnants of the Voodoo Sect alive. From the three cultivators who tried to assassinate him in the hotel with the "fake Witchcraft Palm," he had already deduced this.

However, he didn't expect that the remnants of the Voodoo Sect would be hiding in the Empire of Dongying, the arch-enemy of Shenzhou Country, and have even become the subordinates of the Shadow Organization, completely forgetting their roots.

In addition, they helped the enemy invade the land of Shenzhou Country and killed its people, making them typical traitors.

It's one thing to take revenge on the cultivation sects of the Central Plains, which might be their own vendetta, but directing that hatred towards innocent civilians is absolutely wrong. No matter how much desire you have to destroy the entire cultivation world of the Central Plains to avenge the annihilation of your sect, it's unacceptable.

No matter how angry he was inside, he knew that to stop these people's actions, he could only eliminate them all. Thus, a sinister plan began to take shape in Lin Yifan's mind.

Above the sky, the two giant handprints overlapped and instantly burst forth with a powerful force, sweeping outwards in both directions.

"Rumble!"

Immediately, the nearby buildings trembled as if a magnitude five or six earthquake had struck.

This was the power of a True Master Realm expert. Every move they made was earth-shattering.

After the two handprints overlapped, they quickly disappeared. In their collision, they transformed into another form and vanished completely.

Sometimes, everything is cyclical; with gain comes loss, and with loss, there must be gain. Perhaps these forces transformed into spiritual energy, drifting in the world, nourishing the living beings.

After neutralizing this move, both sides stopped their attacks.

It was time to identify each other to avoid mistakenly harming their own people.

Lin Yifan wanted Ding Huo to fight this group, but he couldn't command Ding Huo, so he had to act according to the situation.

"Who are you, and why do you know our Voodoo Sect's signature palm technique, the Witchcraft Palm?" asked the Voodoo Sect Leader, who was in the Early Stage of the True Master Second Realm.

The voice was female, indicating that she was a woman.

A woman being so powerful startled Ding Huo.

However, now wasn't the time for surprise, so he boldly asked, "I should be asking you the same thing. Who are you, and why do you know our Voodoo Sect's signature palm technique?"

"Are you a disciple of the Voodoo Sect?" the Voodoo Sect Leader curiously inquired.

"Of course, if I weren't a disciple of the Voodoo Sect, how would I know the Witchcraft Palm?" Ding Huo answered impatiently.

"Then which generation disciple are you, and what is your name?"

"You haven't told me your name, so why should I tell you mine first?" Ding Huo retorted.

The female sect leader was really at a loss for words with Ding Huo. It's just a matter of stating names, was it necessary to be so secretive?

However, to confirm Ding Huo's identity, she had to calm down and take it seriously. So she answered, "I am Mo Hanmei, a first-generation disciple of the Voodoo Sect. Perhaps you should call me Senior Sister."

She was the second to enter the sect after the senior brother in their generation. Among the first-generation disciples, she was second only to one person. So she expected that Ding Huo would most likely call her Senior Sister.

However, contrary to her expectation, Ding Huo's address shocked her. "Junior Sister Hanmei! How is it you! Weren't you killed by the senior disciple of the Emei Sect?"

Mo Hanmei was the second disciple of the Voodoo Sect, joining shortly after him. He never imagined that his junior sister Hanmei had survived that great battle all those years ago.

"Junior Sister?" Hearing the way the other addressed her, Mo Hanmei furrowed her brows. The only person who would call her that was her senior brother—Ding Huo.

But she had heard that Senior Brother Ding was killed by the Kunlun Sect's senior disciple during the annihilation battle. How was he still alive?

With questions in her mind, she asked curiously, "Are you Senior Brother Ding Huo?"

"Yes, yes! It's me! It's me!" Ding Huo answered eagerly.

This answer sent shivers through the hearts of the True Master Realm experts in black uniforms. Their senior brother was not dead, and his strength had not diminished.

On the other side, Mo Hanmei was deeply moved, but she wouldn't believe his identity just based on his words. So she continued to ask, "Do you have any proof that you're my Senior Brother Ding?"

"Junior Sister Hanmei, have you forgotten who saved you from the edge of the cliff back then?" Ding Huo asked.

This incident was known only to the two of them.

Back then, Mo Hanmei had fallen thousands of meters off a cliff while picking medicinal herbs, and it was he who jumped off the cliff to save her.

"Senior Brother! It really is you! How did you end up looking like this now?" Mo Hanmei, with tears welling up in her eyes, finally believed that the middle-aged man with a buzz cut standing before her was indeed her Senior Brother Ding Huo.

Because only the two of them knew about the cliff incident. Ding Huo was able to speak of it, proving that he was indeed her Senior Brother Ding Huo.

But time had certainly taken its toll, turning her once young and handsome senior brother into this pig-headed appearance.

"Ah! Time waits for no one. It's not about what you want to be, but how time changes you. But Junior Sister, how have you changed? Are you still that beautiful flower from back then?" Ding Huo asked curiously.

"Senior Brother, as you said, no one can escape the erosion of time. How could I be an exception?" Mo Hanmei answered bitterly.

"Then, Junior Sister Hanmei, could you take off your mask so we can meet face to face?" Ding Huo asked curiously.

The group with Mo Hanmei covered themselves almost entirely, only their eyes exposed. He couldn't see Mo Hanmei's real face and didn't know if the woman claiming to be his junior sister was indeed her.

Besides, he had another question in his mind. He wondered why his Junior Sister Hanmei and her group were acting like this.

Why wrap themselves up so tightly in broad daylight? There weren't any villains around.

"Senior Brother, there are too many prying eyes here. Let's go into the bamboo forest to talk." Mo Hanmei replied.

They were wrapped up so tightly because they didn't want to be seen by the cultivators from Shenzhou Country who were hiding in the shadows.

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