The Cold Abyss Dao Master naturally heard the sounds.
She had, of course, heard of Chen Fan and the Dragon King.
Since the Tenth Land emerged, after defeating the Lord of Light, they had directly stormed into the Ninth Land with immense courage, igniting a fierce conflagration.
The Ninth Land's two ninth-tier powerhouses, Light and Five Elements, one died, the other fled.
"Heh heh."
Upon hearing the voices, Han Yuan sneered, "They've come so quickly. I'd like to see what they intend to do."
As her thoughts settled, she realized that the Illusory Sect and the Lord of Light had not yet left.
The Cold Abyss Dao Master grew displeased, "Why are you two still here?"
"No rush."
The Illusory Sect's smile was undisguised, "We two have a grievance with City Lord Chen. It's a good opportunity to settle it."
One needed a reason to stay and watch the show.
The Lord of Light nodded vigorously beside him.
The Cold Abyss Dao Master was certainly not foolish; who among the ninth-tier experts was?
Oh, except for the Golden Daoist.
Han Yuan seemed to have perceived the intentions of the Illusory Sect and the Lord of Light, and coldly laughed, "You wish to meddle in everything. Don't end up getting yourselves involved."
She was warning the two.
The Illusory Sect immediately chuckled, "Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand. We two absolutely will not interfere in whatever business you have."
If you want to fish in troubled waters, you first need to establish your position.
Both were currently heavily injured. Neither Chen Fan's group nor the Cold Abyss Dao Master were individuals they could afford to offend at this moment.
Regardless, they would stay for now.
And see how things unfolded…
The Cold Abyss Dao Master paid them no mind.
*Humph.*
Willpower descended. Elder Zheng's entire Cold Abyss Forbidden Zone, enveloped in strange mists, parted automatically.
Through the passage, a group of people strode forward.
There were no traps, no trials. The group quickly traversed the mists.
Upon entering, they were met with a chasm of heaven and earth, as long as a mountain range, stretching to the very end of the firmament.
Silently.
The vast Cold Abyss Forbidden Zone was eerily quiet.
Only at the horizon of their sight, two figures stood quietly.
"Light, Illusory Sect?" Chen Fan was surprised.
He naturally knew they had come to the Eighth Land, but he hadn't expected to find them here.
He was quite astonished, "Why are you two here?"
However, the two did not look at him. Their gazes were fixed on the Dragon King beside Chen Fan, their eyes bulging with shock.
"Dragon King, you… are ninth-tier?" The voice came from the Lord of Light.
This was not something they could help but be shocked by.
They knew all too well how difficult it was to reach the ninth-tier.
How long had it been? The Dragon King… was already ninth-tier.
It was unbelievable.
"Heh."
The Dragon King's face broke into a smile.
But it was a very cold smile. "Light, Illusory Sect, quite surprised, aren't you?"
The two exchanged glances, remaining silent.
Naturally, they were surprised.
They also saw the hostility in the Dragon King's eyes, and for a moment, they were at a loss.
If the Dragon King were to make a move against them, the situation would become unfavorable.
They certainly did not wish to clash with the Dragon King at this moment, especially a ninth-tier Dragon King.
Once the Dragon King made a move, Chen Fan would undoubtedly follow suit.
There was no doubt about that.
For a moment, the two regretted staying.
Fortunately, the Dragon King only asked one question before looking away, no longer bothering with them.
"That's a relief."
The Illusory Sect and Light simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
*Humph.*
At this moment, within the immense Cold Abyss, strange mists rolled, and frigid energy surged upwards.
Simultaneously, a chilling voice echoed, "City Lord Chen, Dragon King, what business do you have seeking me?"
It was the voice of the Cold Abyss Dao Master.
She did not appear, remaining submerged in the Cold Abyss, with only her voice reverberating.
"Cold Abyss Dao Master."
Chen Fan took a step forward.
His hearty voice rang out, "Junior wishes to ask Senior, when the Million Calamity arrives, what choice will Senior make?"
He was directly questioning her.
He had no other intention; he simply wanted to know the Cold Abyss Dao Master's thoughts.
"Are you questioning me?"
The Cold Abyss heard his probing, and her voice grew colder, "What choice I make has nothing to do with you. If this is your only reason for coming, then you may leave. I wish to continue my cultivation and will not entertain you further."
She issued a direct dismissal.
Chen Fan, however, shook his head and calmly stated, "To prepare for the Million Calamity, this City Lord swept across the Tenth Land to find like-minded Dao companions. This City Lord intends to storm the Upper Nine Heavens. May I ask if the Cold Abyss Dao Master would offer some assistance?"
He immediately demanded benefits, a clear act of confrontation.
Or rather, he was simply seeking a stance.
For powerhouses like them, they disdained to lie. What they said, they would do.
*Boom.*
The Cold Abyss trembled.
An aura, vast as the sea, began to rise.
That aura pressed down on Chen Fan, giving him a suffocating sensation.
"You dare to force me?" The Cold Abyss was enraged.
"You too?"
Chen Fan glanced at the Illusory Sect and Light.
Needless to say, the "you too" undoubtedly referred to these two.
The Illusory Sect and Light felt Chen Fan's gaze and retreated a further distance.
There was no helping it; they couldn't afford to provoke him.
The current Chen Fan was not someone they dared to underestimate anymore.
Having grown to this stature, he had to be taken seriously.
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan smiled calmly.
Feeling the aura rising from within the Cold Abyss, he himself remained unperturbed.
He spoke again, "Feel free to think what you will. This City Lord has come here merely to demand a stance..."
*Chii.*
A streak of pitch-black light shot out from the Cold Abyss.
The cold light sliced through the void and vanished the moment it emerged from the Cold Abyss.
"Hm?"
Conversely, Chen Fan, far away, suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
Danger.
An intensely strong sense of danger.
However, before he could react, the Evil Lord beside him moved.
"Lock."
A chain forged from malevolence pierced through the air.
The cold light flickered and collided with the chain of resentment.
Waves of the Great Dao erupted, and the chain of resentment exploded with a *bang*.
At this moment, Chen Fan made his move.
*Clang.*
The Ama-no-Murakumo sword erupted, slashing out instantly.
A sharp sword energy cut through heaven and earth, and the cold light was instantly shattered.
"Evil Lord."
Chen Fan turned his head and looked at the Evil Lord.
A smile spread across his face, "Haven't you always wanted to make a move? Give it a try?"
"Jie jie."
An evil aura began to spread.
*Boom.*
The Evil Lord charged directly into the sky.
His form transformed into a corrosive tide, crashing directly into the Cold Abyss.
"This..."
The Illusory Sect and Light, far in the distance, were stunned.
They were fighting already?
From Chen Fan's arrival to his attack, it had been only a few minutes.
He had exchanged fewer than ten sentences, and then... they had started fighting.
The Lord of Light and the Illusory Sect exchanged glances and retreated a further distance.
"Madman."
The Illusory Sect transmitted telepathically.
The Lord of Light nodded vigorously. He felt that these two words were most fitting for the other party.
This person was simply a lunatic.
He came to another's territory to question them, and upon not receiving a satisfactory answer, he attacked directly.
Such a person was purely ill.
Before their thoughts had even settled, Chen Fan's gaze had already fallen upon them.
His laughter spread, "Why are you two Seniors constantly retreating? Old friends meeting, don't you want to chat?"
His laughter was very gentle.
But to their ears, it was like the whisper of a demon.