Robbing Luo Feng in Broad Daylight

Despite Luo Feng's intense obsession with him, Wen Ran had no plans of gathering followers—at least not in this life. His mind was set, his path clear. He was destined to walk alone, his heart consumed by the pursuit of revenge. No one, not even a sworn brother like Luo Feng, could change that. The only thing that mattered now was power, strength, and the ability to crush those who had wronged him.

As he stood there, the Crimson Whisper Blade in his hands, Wen Ran swung it a few times, testing its weight, its balance, and its power. The air around him crackled with the force of his movements, the crimson aura swirling like death itself. There was something almost unnatural about it—the aura felt like it was alive, hungry, as if it carried the very essence of destruction within it. It was strange, considering that someone at the Spirit Flow stage shouldn't have been able to manifest such an intense force. But here he was, wielding it with ease.