Chen Fan advanced, sword in hand, treading over the corpses and blood of the experts from the Hero Alliance, like a demon god emerging from hell's battlefield.
These individuals were not weak, all at the Huajin level, roughly equivalent to the Sixteen Flying Eagles under Zuo Lizhou.
Daytime King had warned him of this.
But before Chen Fan, who was currently unstoppable, slaying gods and buddhas alike, the so-called Sixteen Flying Eagles were merely sparrows, easily crushed.
These men actually possessed the strength to contend with a Grandmaster, but the power of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was too sharp and ferocious, rendering their fierce techniques and martial arts irresistible.
Zuo Lizhou finally couldn't hold back, turning his head and saying, "Brother Xin!"
Xin Beitian nodded slightly, stepping forward. His figure was like an eternal moon, luminous and serene.
His aura was peculiar, as if resonating with the void of the sea, his entire being radiating a misty, ethereal energy.
This single step covered seven to eight meters, astonishingly far. His robes fluttered as he raised a palm towards Chen Fan.
The palm blotted out the sky, carrying an unfathomable profoundness, accompanied by the surging of true qi, imbued with a special rhythm.
Chen Fan struck with his sword.
Xin Beitian, surprisingly, did not dodge. His outstretched hand in mid-air directly slapped towards the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi sword.
Chen Fan's expression was placid as he brought his sword down.
Xin Beitian's palm energy overlapped, wave after wave, his empty and serene fist intent becoming even more prominent.
However, the sharpness of his sword intent, coupled with the might of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, was still unstoppable.
True qi dispersed. Xin Beitian stepped on the Big Dipper pattern, suddenly shifting three feet to the side, evading the sword while striking the side of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi sword with his palm.
The sword body sank. Xin Beitian pressed forward, transforming his palm strike into a fist, which he then hammered down towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan raised his hand to block, only to feel the fist energy surging like a torrential flood.
This fist energy was like a collapsing mountain.
After the collision, Chen Fan stumbled back two steps.
Xin Beitian merely shifted his weight slightly, then attacked again from the air.
Chen Fan's expression remained indifferent, but his pupils slightly constricted.
His fighting spirit soared, yet he was not invincible. Xin Beitian's strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Grandmaster, and was not comparable to Watanabe Kaiya or Yagyu Jubei.
As the Deputy Alliance Leader of the Hero Alliance, Xin Beitian's martial cultivation was unprecedented in Chen Fan's life; Yan Siyu and others were far inferior.
He swung his sword, his intent condensed to the extreme.
Xin Beitian raised both hands, left and right, as if separating yin and yang, unleashing seven layers of internal energy to meet the sword strike.
The roaring, demonic Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi seemed to be trapped in quicksand.
Chen Fan's gaze turned cold. With a resolute sword strike, he tore through all the true qi and internal energy like a bamboo stalk.
However, Xin Beitian, stepping on the Big Dipper pattern with his robes billowing, retreated several meters, evading the attack.
The interplay of reality and illusion gave Chen Fan a feeling of having strength but nowhere to apply it.
With an indifferent gaze, Chen Fan attacked again with his sword.
Xin Beitian shifted his position, his movements fluid and graceful. Under the influence of his empty and serene intent, his figure seemed like the ethereal wind or the ubiquitous moonlight. Though his evasive movements were not extensive, they were remarkably smooth.
Chen Fan swept his sword horizontally, his speed increasing dramatically. His sword qi transformed into a storm.
The spectral image of an eight-headed serpent began to appear.
This was the manifestation of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi when pushed to its limits by Chen Fan.
The Eight-Headed Serpent was a ferocious beast from the legends of Sakura Country, extremely savage and powerful, with countless legends attributed to it in Sakura Country.
The storm swept out, and Xin Beitian's figure was instantly engulfed.
However, he showed no signs of panic. Still stepping on the Big Dipper pattern, his robes billowed, and his protective true qi resisted.
His palms spun, like surging waves, blocking a sliver of the storm before he forcibly broke free from its embrace.
Though he appeared somewhat disheveled, he was largely unharmed.
Chen Fan attacked again from the air.
At this moment, a spear suddenly pierced through the void, aimed directly at Chen Fan in mid-air.
The spear intent was like a roaring dragon, capable of shaking heaven and earth.
The one who attacked was Wang Wenzhong.
Chen Fan blocked it with a sword strike in mid-air.
With a clang, a massive surge of internal energy erupted.
Chen Fan floated through the air and landed on the ground.
Wang Wenzhong sneered, his spear held horizontally, unleashing hundreds of spear flowers. Streaks of spear light darted towards Chen Fan's face.
Xin Beitian did not show annoyance at the intervention. He strode forward, closing in on Chen Fan, forming a pincer attack.
Chen Fan's sword moved like the wind, shattering all the spear flowers and light. He took a step forward, sticking close to the spear shaft, and attacked Wang Wenzhong.
Wang Wenzhong swiftly withdrew his spear and retreated.
Xin Beitian attacked from the flank.
Chen Fan was forced to retreat, focusing all his attention on Xin Beitian.
At this moment, another figure attacked from the side.
The attacker was yet another martial arts Grandmaster, named Tian Zixu, from the Qi-Lu region.
The strength and depth of the Hero Alliance were evident.
Even after losing seven Grandmasters in the battle outside Seven Stars Ridge, the Hero Alliance still had several Grandmasters at its core.
Chen Fan's expression was devoid of emotion. After forcing Xin Beitian back, he stuck close to Wang Wenzhong's spear tip, his true qi seemingly igniting.
A mysterious power surged, and the sword qi storm intensified, engulfing Tian Zixu.
When he retreated from the battle, Tian Zixu was covered in blood, his expression filled with horror.
Chen Fan also paid a price, being struck by Xin Beitian's palm and spitting blood.
At this moment, he was in a far more difficult situation than before.
While Watanabe Kaiya and Yagyu Jubei were strong, they were still significantly inferior to Xin Beitian and the others.
"Chen Tianjiao, do you not intend to surrender?"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. As Chen Fan once again repelled Xin Beitian, a large hand descended from above.
Chen Fan looked up, his indomitable fighting spirit soaring, and struck with his sword.
However, as the hand pressed down, although it was torn by the sword qi, it still sent Chen Fan staggering back more than ten steps, his body swaying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
It was Zuo Lizhou who had finally made his move.
Compared to the previous encounter at the Hero Gathering, Zuo Lizhou's strength appeared even more potent and formidable.
This indicated that Zuo Lizhou had held back during that previous confrontation.
"Do you truly believe that with a ferocious sword, you are invincible in this world?"
Zuo Lizhou stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Your strength is considerable, but your true qi accumulation has not yet reached the Grandmaster realm."
"In the eyes of Brother Xin and myself, your strength is merely thus!"
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan activated the mysterious power from the Dragon Scale Compass, gripping the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi tightly, and said, "You still dare not fight me alone, Zuo Lizhou. You, the Alliance Leader of the Hero Alliance, are also nothing special!"
"Mere clever words. You are at the end of your strength now. I shall send you on your way!"
Zuo Lizhou spoke coldly. "Leaving someone like you will only bring disaster to the martial world, throwing it into chaos!"
"Killing you is the only way to restore peace to the martial world!"
Chen Fan sneered, holding his sword to face him.
At this moment, a figure flashed, appearing beside Chen Fan, and announced loudly, "My apologies, Alliance Leader Zuo, Chen Tianjiao cannot die!"
"Feng Chengmao?"
Seeing the person who appeared, Zuo Lizhou's gaze turned cold. "Is your Feng family intending to betray the martial world?"
"Alliance Leader Zuo speaks too harshly!"
Feng Chengmao declared loudly. "My Feng family is deeply involved with Chen Tianjiao. He cannot die until the murderer of my son, Feng Qianyuan, is found!"
"Then the Feng family should also be struck from existence!"
Zuo Lizhou said coldly. "Patriarch Feng, a thousand-year legacy, do not let it be destroyed in a single day. That would be a loss indeed!"
"If the Feng family stands by idly, Alliance Leader Zuo, that is when we will be like frogs being boiled in warm water, facing annexation!"
"Since the Feng family insists on this path, we shall oblige you!"
Zuo Lizhou was extremely angered. He took a step forward, still moving to attack Chen Fan.
At this moment, another voice rang out. "Alliance Leader Zuo, ten years ago, the murderer who massacred the Ye family, please hand them over!"
Ye Yunchen, Laman, and another man strode forward.