Minghu Mountain Villa was located in the northern suburbs of the capital.
Chen Fan arrived outside the villa's gate. From the outside, it appeared unremarkable.
Yet, in the darkness of the night, the villa resembled a gaping monster, exuding an unsettling aura.
Chen Fan gazed at the villa and pushed open his car door to get out.
Shang Wushuang had already warned him that there were many experts here.
Moreover, upon realizing that the Hero Alliance might be one with the Brotherhood, Chen Fan couldn't help but suspect that this might be a trap set for him.
With two Grandmasters about to clash and the martial arts world converging on the capital, the Hero Alliance would naturally want to eliminate him, a potential threat.
Shang Wushuang's phone had been unreachable earlier, and now she had called for help tonight. Something was undoubtedly peculiar.
However, Chen Fan still came.
Shang Wushuang had helped him several times, and he couldn't stand by idly.
Besides, he also wanted to gauge the strength of the Hero Alliance.
He got out of the car and walked towards the gate.
Inside the open gate, several young men, dressed like ordinary people, were chatting. They looked at Chen Fan.
One of them shouted sternly, "Who are you? What are you doing at Minghu Mountain Villa?"
Chen Fan said, "Where is Shang Wushuang?"
"You're looking for Shang Wushuang?"
The speaker sized up Chen Fan and asked, "What is your relationship with her?"
"My relationship with her is none of your business. Just inform her," Chen Fan replied.
The man sneered and said, "Since you're here for Shang Wushuang, you must be from the martial arts world. Don't you know that Minghu Mountain Villa is currently occupied by our Changbai Sect?"
"As for Shang Wushuang, she will be our Senior Brother's wife in the future. You, a man, coming to see her in the middle of the night, what kind of propriety is that? Get lost!"
Chen Fan placed his hands behind his back and said, "I don't care about Changbai Sect or any other sect. Shang Wushuang is my friend. Let her come out immediately, or don't blame me for forcing my way in!"
"How dare you! What kind of stray cat or dog dares to act wild in front of the Changbai Sect?"
The man was furious. His body flickered, and he leaped into the air, pressing down with a claw.
Like an eagle attacking the sky, his claw was like an eagle's talon, capable of shattering gold and iron.
His internal energy surged, and there was a whistling sound of wind beneath his claw. If it were an ordinary person, this strike would be fatal.
Chen Fan raised his hand and grabbed.
With a cracking sound of bone breaking, the eagle claw was rendered useless.
The Changbai Sect disciple was sent flying out at an even faster speed.
As he was in mid-air, a piercing scream finally erupted.
The expressions of the others changed, and their gazes towards Chen Fan shifted.
"Presumptuous! How dare you injure a disciple of our Changbai Sect!"
Several young disciples shouted angrily and rushed towards Chen Fan like the wind, ferociously attacking him.
The one in the lead threw punches like iron hammers, his internal energy wild, and the sound of wind and thunder reverberated within him. He was clearly a master at the Dark Energy level.
But Chen Fan merely parried and grappled, then stepped forward and collided. The man was sent flying backward, and a series of bone-cracking sounds echoed within his body.
Chen Fan had shown no mercy.
The Changbai Sect was one of the initiators of the Hero Alliance. If it was united with the Brotherhood, then the Changbai Sect could be considered the Brotherhood's backing. Chen Fan naturally wouldn't hold back.
Furthermore, he had delivered these heavy blows to force out the higher-level figures of the Changbai Sect and test their depths.
"You court death!"
Another person roared, his palms striking out. As his palms lifted, there was a sense of vastness of White Mountain and Black Water revealed within his palms.
He was also a master at the Dark Energy level, not weak in strength.
But it was useless against Chen Fan. As his palms were about to strike Chen Fan, Chen Fan retracted his body, stepped forward, and executed a technique similar to 'Dragon Emerges from Armor,' then struck out with his elbow, hitting the man directly in the face.
The man immediately fell unconscious.
The remaining four had no Dark Energy masters among them, posing no pressure for Chen Fan.
Within a few moves, with effortless grace, all four Changbai Sect disciples were sent flying and lay moaning on the ground.
They shouted sternly, "Enemy attack! An enemy is at the gate..."
Chen Fan, too lazy to interrogate these low-level disciples, strode towards the main buildings within the villa.
Ahead was a small grove of trees, interspersed with holly bushes and shrubs, with a main path in the center and several smaller paths branching off to other buildings.
Chen Fan had only taken a few steps when figures emerged from the buildings, converging from different directions.
Chen Fan stopped resolutely, coldly watching these people charge towards him and block his path.
"Who are you? Are you tired of living, daring to act wild at the Changbai Sect?" a burly man in his thirties, wearing a thin training uniform, roared.
"Where is Shang Wushuang?" Chen Fan said in a deep voice, "I've come to take Shang Wushuang away. If she suffers even the slightest grievance, you will all kneel and beg for forgiveness!"
"Presumptuous!" the man retorted, "The Changbai Sect has stood for hundreds of years. We've never seen anyone as arrogant as you."
"Are you seeking death by daring to attack us? Do you think the Changbai Sect has no one?"
"No matter who you are, you are as good as dead!"
"..."
The more than twenty assembled Changbai Sect disciples spoke up one after another, their aura menacing.
The man who spoke first had a grim expression. "You are the first person to be so arrogant in front of the Changbai Sect. Since you refuse to announce your name, we will kill you on the spot, and no one in the martial arts world will dare to say a word against us or accuse the Changbai Sect!"
Saying this, he stepped forward.
With a creaking sound, his body emitted noises like popping beans.
His bones and sinews chimed, and his imposing aura surged.
Like a hungry tiger, he charged directly at Chen Fan, his speed comparable to a speeding vehicle.
His hands moved in unison, forming a circle, and energy condensed between his palms before he slammed them out fiercely.
His hands, one above the other, seemed to split heaven and earth. Within inches, nothing could survive. This was the Changbai Sect's ultimate technique, the Black and White Destructive Divine Hand.
Chen Fan glanced at it indifferently and threw a punch.
With a dragon's roar, it seemed to emanate from within his body.
After a resounding explosion, the man was sent flying backward, his energy uncontrollably draining away. He fell to the ground, spitting blood.
He was a cultivator at the Transformation level, but he had only recently entered this stage and was no match for Chen Fan's single move.
"Senior Brother Meng?"
"Senior Brother Meng, how are you?"
"Damn it, he seriously injured Senior Brother Meng!"
"Let's go together and finish him off, otherwise, where will the face of our Changbai Sect go?"
"Kill!"
The others were enraged. Those who had a close relationship with Senior Brother Meng's teeth bared in fury and charged at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's expression remained calm. He raised his hand and pressed down on one person's fist before kicking him away.
With his fingers like knives, he flicked at another's palm. The man recoiled, clutching his arm in pain, his face filled with terror.
Chen Fan's feet did not stop. He strode forward, and with his hands, none of his opponents lasted more than a single encounter.
As this wave of Changbai Sect disciples also lay sprawled on the ground, a furious roar suddenly sounded, "Stop!"
The Changbai Sect disciples quickly retreated, letting out a sigh of relief.
Several figures appeared ahead, much older than the previous group.
The one who had shouted the order was a tall, imposing man in his thirties.
His face was grim and cold as he looked at Chen Fan and said, "All of you, stand down. You bunch of disgraces! You don't train diligently, and you've completely disgraced the sect's reputation!"
"Senior Brother, this person is too arrogant and has insulted our sect!"
"Senior Brother, you must stand up for us!"
"Senior Brother, kill this arrogant wretch and uphold the honor of our Changbai Sect!"
"..."
This person was Duanmu Liang, the Senior Brother of the Changbai Sect.
Chen Fan had reviewed relevant information last night and knew that this man was a martial arts prodigy. In his early thirties, he was already attempting to break through to the Martial Grandmaster realm, making him the pride of the younger generation in the Changbai Sect.
Within the Changbai Sect, Duanmu Liang's status was second only to the Sect Leader.
Besides Duanmu Liang, the several people by his side were also eye-catching.
One man, about fifty years old, stood with the imposing stature of a mountain, his demeanor profound.
Another, in his late twenties, wore a fur coat and had the appearance of a grassland warrior, with a wolf-like aura.
There were also two elders, their qi and blood long and deep.
"All of you, shut up!"
Duanmu Liang snorted coldly, scolding the disciples.
Hearing this, the disciples immediately fell silent, not daring to disobey the Senior Brother of the Changbai Sect.
Then, Duanmu Liang looked at Chen Fan, grinned, and said, "Chen Tianjiao, you really dare to come here and court death?"