Chen Fan hadn't expected the situation to change like this.
Previously, Bai Rushan, the sect master of Qianhe Sect, was still lodging his accusations, and Zuo Lizhou took the opportunity to warn everyone.
Now, at this Heroes' Assembly, these three cultivators had appeared so brazenly.
Chen Fan sized up the three of them: two men and one woman, consisting of two middle-aged men and a slightly younger woman.
The leader in the middle was in his forties, tall and slender, dressed in a black robe that appeared unique and rather austere.
His cheekbones were extremely high, but his eyes were very narrow, with more of the whites showing than the pupils, making his narrow eyes peculiar and uncomfortable to look at.
Beneath his long robe, several areas bulged, clearly indicating he was hiding something.
His entire aura felt cold and desolate, making one uneasy.
The other man was younger than him, but likely still in his mid-thirties. He wasn't as thin, and his face appeared much more ordinary.
However, this man wore a green robe and carried a wooden box on his back. The box was quite square, but not small.
As for the woman, her attire was much more attractive, and her appearance was also quite good, making her a beauty, though her expression was cold.
She wore a cloth pouch at her waist, containing something unknown.
The appearance and aura of these three were all unique, making them unforgettable at a glance.
Upon hearing Zuo Lizhou's words, the three of them turned their cold gazes towards him.
The leading middle-aged man snorted and said, "You are Zuo Lizhou, the leader of the Heroes' Alliance? You're nothing special."
Zuo Lizhou stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "You three took things from Qianhe Sect and Lishan Sect. Since you are here today, I, Zuo, will give you an opportunity. Return the items to the sect masters of the two sects, and we'll pretend nothing happened. How about it?"
The middle-aged man let out a scoff.
The woman sneered, "Who do you think you are, Zuo Lizhou, to speak like this? What a joke, this Heroes' Alliance. Do you really think you're someone important?"
Zuo Lizhou's face twitched slightly at her words.
"Presumptuous!"
Several disciples of the Heroes' Alliance spoke sternly, their bodies flashing out as they menacingly approached the three.
How could they tolerate such public humiliation of their leader?
Moreover, they had to show their stance in front of Zuo Lizhou.
"A bunch of trash, holding a Heroes' Assembly. You're a laughingstock!"
The woman sneered and raised her hand.
A cold, malevolent energy surged, and a large hand suddenly appeared, pressing down from above.
The expressions of these Heroes' Alliance disciples changed slightly, and they quickly unleashed their inner energy.
With a deafening boom, the bodies of five Heroes' Alliance disciples trembled violently, and they fell to the ground.
Some spat out blood with the impact.
The woman then flicked her sleeve, and a strong wind suddenly rose. In full view of everyone, she stirred the air, creating a vast, swirling vortex that swept up several disciples.
Other Heroes' Alliance disciples quickly rushed to their aid, pulling the entangled disciples out.
The vortex dissipated in an instant.
Everything was done effortlessly, as if it were mere child's play.
Seeing this, Chen Fan's pupils also narrowed.
If the giant hand could be understood as true energy condensed into form, the subsequent tornado was extremely strange and appeared with alarming speed and obscurity.
Within the rotating wind, a peculiar aura could be vaguely felt, extremely mysterious and bizarre.
It seemed to contain some sort of intent or will, more like the methods of a super-powered individual.
In the underground world, there were not a few super-powered individuals with special abilities, and Chen Fan, as the Lord of the Night, had killed several.
However, the power of those super-powered individuals did not reach this level.
Was this the method of a cultivator?
Of course, in Chen Fan's opinion, the power of the tornado was not particularly formidable; it could be broken with a single punch.
"Zuo Lizhou, we'll give you a chance. Everyone present, offer up your family or sect's treasures, and we might spare your lives!"
The woman declared proudly.
Many martial arts grandmasters present, including Yan Siyu, had subtle changes in their expressions.
The people today were becoming more and more arrogant!
These women, or rather, these three cultivators, were even more arrogant and boastful than Chen Fan had been earlier.
However, they had no prior experience with cultivators and were unsure if these three were truly as powerful as they claimed.
"Are you here for treasures?"
Zuo Lizhou, without showing anger, asked, "If not for this Heroes' Assembly, would you have gone from sect to sect to attack them?"
"You guessed correctly."
The woman sneered, "Your Heroes' Assembly conveniently saves us a lot of trouble."
"If you're wise, hand over your treasures with both hands. If we are satisfied, we may spare your lives. If not, then you have no value in this world!"
"Presumptuous!"
Fu Qinglei snorted, "With so many martial arts grandmasters present, you dare to be so outrageously arrogant. Do you have the ability to antagonize the entire martial arts world?"
"The martial arts world?"
This time, it was the unremarkable-looking man who spoke. He scoffed and said with his hands behind his back, "Martial arts are merely the most inferior and shallow paths of cultivation. Do you truly believe you are so powerful?"
"You are merely playing with outdated things. You are all frogs in a well, utterly unaware of how high the heavens are or how thick the earth is!"
"Today, we will first show you how small and humble you truly are!"
As he spoke, he uncovered the box on his back.
As the box opened, a cold gleam flashed.
The cold light was dazzling, like a cold moon suddenly appearing in the sky, casting countless rays of light.
Chen Fan felt a sense of dread.
Immediately, the cold light shot out.
A sharp aura that chilled the skin emerged.
"Be careful!"
A martial arts grandmaster, sensing the danger, quickly rose to warn them.
In the blink of an eye, the cold light, faster than a bullet, descended.
Its target was not Zuo Lizhou or Fu Qinglei, but Chen Fan's direction.
Master Hui Xing, Chong Xuzi, and Feng Chengmo were all in this area.
As the cold light slashed down, it aimed directly at Feng Chengmo.
"Be careful!"
Master Hui Xing warned, forming a Buddhist seal and striking with an open palm, releasing a vast burst of energy.
Chong Xuzi drew his sword not from its sheath, but pointed it directly.
With a swift motion, Master Hui Xing's true energy shattered upon contact, offering no resistance.
Chong Xuzi's sword, without its qi, was about to strike the cold light when it trembled and dodged his thrust.
Feng Chengmo pushed Feng Qianluo aside and raised his hand to slash with his sword.
With a soft *poof*, the energy collapsed.
The cold light flicked, curved, and at an incredibly high speed, as if imbued with self-awareness, leaped through the air and aimed directly for Feng Chengmo's back.
Feng Chengmo was almost too slow to react.
At this moment, Chen Fan punched out.
His inner energy was extremely compressed, and his fist locked onto this cold light.
His fist met the cold light head-on. The cold light retracted upon contact and flew back into the box.
Chen Fan withdrew his hand, a new bloodstain appearing on the back of his hand.
The man abruptly closed the box and looked at Chen Fan, a hint of surprise in his expression.
"This is a flying knife artifact!"
Chong Xuzi exclaimed, "It has been refined and nurtured by him, making its speed extreme, able to fly and change direction at will, and under his spiritual control, it is difficult to resist!"