The moment Chen Fan's name was called out, all his guesses about tonight's events were confirmed.
After all, Chen Fan had never met this Duanmu Liang before, yet he knew his identity, indicating he was clearly waiting specifically for him.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Changbai Sect, whom Chen Fan had just taught a lesson, all looked astonished.
"This person is that Chen Tianjiao?"
"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant, so he's Chen Tianjiao!"
"..."
Chen Fan's expression was calm as he asked, "Where is Shang Wushuang?"
"You mean Wushuang?"
A hint of gloom appeared on Duanmu Liang's face. He said, "Chen Tianjiao, Uncle Shang has already agreed to have Wushuang engaged to me. Wushuang is my fiancée, so you don't need to worry about her!"
"Instead, you, coming to see my fiancée in the middle of the night, where does that place me? Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake, and I'll spare your life today. Otherwise, you won't be leaving either!"
"Fiancée?"
Chen Fan's expression was cold. "Who made this decision? Did Wushuang agree? If she didn't agree, then what is this? A forced marriage?"
"What do you mean 'forced marriage,' why put it so harshly?"
A man in his fifties standing beside Duanmu Liang let out a cold snort and said, "I am Wushuang's uncle, and I made the decision. Besides, this is just an intention at this stage. What business does this matter of my Shang family have with you, Chen Tianjiao?"
"Why all the pointless talk? Just kill him!"
The big man from the grassland stepped forward, his eyes cold and filled with deep murderous intent. He said, "Chen Tianjiao, since you're foolish enough to deliver yourself to us, don't even think about walking out of this door alive!"
"Who are you?" Chen Fan asked.
"So you can die with clarity, I am that day's Wild King. Tonight, this trap was set for you."
The big man from the grassland said coldly, "Blood Fiend Palm Luo Bin, with blood on his hands and a mountain of evil deeds, you saved him, didn't you? People like you are scum of the martial world, and everyone should get rid of you."
Chen Fan sneered inwardly at this label.
It seemed that Luo Bin's escape might have been due to their deliberate letting him go.
"Just you lot?"
Chen Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. "Are you worthy?"
"Chen Tianjiao, you're arrogant enough!"
Duanmu Liang said grimly, "Do you think you're invincible in this world?"
"At Guankou Ghost Market, Senior Ba Zhu merely hesitated due to the circumstances at the time and let you off. You've become outrageously arrogant because of it?"
"As for Blood Fiend Palm Luo Bin, in our eyes, he's merely a dried-up skeleton in a tomb, not worth mentioning."
"Let alone that you're only at the Huajin level; even if you had already achieved the realm of a Martial Grandmaster, you will die here tonight."
Chen Fan scoffed, "Then what are you waiting for? What 'Hero Alliance' is just another face of the Northern Brotherhood! Killing you all is like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"
As he spoke, his gaze fixed on the people before him.
Duanmu Liang and that day's Wild King's expressions flickered slightly.
However, the others showed surprise and confusion, seemingly unfamiliar with the name "Brotherhood."
Chen Fan immediately understood.
"What Brotherhood? Never heard of it."
Duanmu Liang snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "Elder Mu, test his depth with your swordplay. Be careful."
"Yes!"
An old man agreed and drew his sword with a clang.
The sword's edge gleamed with a cold light. The old man flashed, moving like a ghost towards Chen Fan, thrusting his sword directly through the air.
As soon as he attacked, the sounds of wind and thunder erupted. The sword light magnified in Chen Fan's eyes, like a vast expanse of falling snow, the coldness seeping into his bones.
Chen Fan took a step back and sneered, "Duanmu Liang, you don't dare to attack directly. Do you even deserve to be called a martial artist? Your title as the senior disciple of the Changbai Sect is truly undeserved!"
"Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Chen Tianjiao, you're not worth mentioning before me. I simply disdain to make a move!"
Duanmu Liang was naturally unmoved by Chen Fan's words.
After learning that Chen Fan had defeated the Martial Grandmaster Ba Zhu at Guankou Ghost Market, it was impossible to overestimate him.
That was why he wouldn't act rashly. He would wait for the sect elder to test Chen Fan. If the elder was defeated, then they would all rush him together and kill Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's identity was indeed something they were wary of, but the arrow was already nocked and strung, so they couldn't afford to hesitate.
The sword light was like snow, drifting and covering the sky.
However, in the next instant, a fist shattered the vast heaven and earth.
An boundless fighting spirit surged upwards, stirring the void amidst the endless snowy sword light, causing heaven and earth to flip.
The sword light was deflected, and an unstoppable fist slammed onto the old man's hastily raised fist.
With a bang, the old man was sent flying backward. His body shook violently, and disbelief filled his eyes.
He was also a master at the peak of Huajin. Although his strength had declined with age, he couldn't compare to young and robust peak masters like Duanmu Liang. Yet, he couldn't even withstand a single punch and was sent flying and injured, which truly shocked him.
The domineering internal energy surged, seeming to engulf him, leaving him powerless to resist, like a kite with a broken string.
It was hard to imagine that a person's internal energy could be so powerful, crushing everything in its path, as if it had reached another level, a higher existence.
After falling to the ground, the Changbai Sect elder struggled to his feet, a sweet taste in his throat, and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone's pupils contracted.
Especially Duanmu Liang, who gritted his teeth inwardly.
Before seeing Chen Fan with his own eyes, he was still unconvinced, but now his heart felt heavy.
Almost at that very instant, icy killing intent surged in his heart.
No matter what, Chen Fan had to be killed. Otherwise, given his age, if he were to step beyond the realm of a Martial Grandmaster, how could he be contained?
The Changbai Sect was one of the initiators of the Hero Alliance, and Duanmu Liang, as the senior disciple of the Changbai Sect, held a significant position within the Hero Alliance.
Moreover, just as Chen Fan had guessed and tested, he did have some dealings with the Brotherhood.
"Too weak."
Chen Fan's expression held a hint of mockery as he said, "If this is all the strength you have, then killing you all is like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"
Duanmu Liang's expression turned grim.
Shang Wushuang's uncle sneered, "Chen Tianjiao, you do have some skill, but tonight the objective is to kill you. Do you think this is a one-on-one duel?"
That day's Wild King grunted, "I'll do it!"
"Brother Wild King, why bother fighting this person one-on-one? Let's go together and hack him to death with multiple swords. It'll be a clean end!"
Duanmu Liang glanced at that day's Wild King and said.
"I'll try."
That day's Wild King's gaze was sharp. He said, "Chen Tianjiao hasn't stepped into the realm of a Martial Grandmaster, so he's not worthy of me teaming up with others!"
As he spoke, he took something from his waist.
It was a saber with an extremely large curve, like a new moon.
The blade's edge exuded a chilling intent, yet it appeared exceptionally heavy.
Holding the saber, he walked towards Chen Fan and said, "Chen Tianjiao, the one killing you is the chief disciple of the Wolf Emperor. To die beneath my Crescent Saber is your honor."
Chen Fan shook his head. "You're not enough to see. It would be about right if your master came himself!"
"Die!"
That day's Wild King's eyes turned cold. He leaped up and slashed diagonally with his saber, as fast as lightning.
On the crescent-shaped blade, a white light flickered, like moonlight spilling onto the ground. A solitary wolf howled at the moon, ancient and wild, with an untamed arrogance that made him stand out from the crowd.