What Are You Whispering About?

As for their shameful act of leading a fierce attack on Fire Crow Village and massacring the old, weak Mine Slaves while Chen Fan's fate was unknown, they dared not utter a single word about it.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another.

Upon hearing the news, powerful figures and elders from various sects in the main city descended into their Escape Light and stood below the white jade steps.

Zhao Qianjue, the Blazing Sun Sect Master, was prominently among them.

Seeing the tragic scene on the steps, his heart pounded. He quickly stepped forward from the crowd, cupped his hands, and bowed deeply.

"Lord City Lord, there seems to be something fishy about this! Fellow Chen Fan has always acted with propriety and restraint. He would never cause trouble without being forced into a corner..."

"Shut up, Zhao Qianjue!"

Li Qianfeng suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"My entire sect was severely injured, the Sword Stele was reduced to dust, and all its spiritual essence was plundered! Did my Myriad Sword Pavilion do this ourselves?! He slapped the Myriad Sword Pavilion in the face, but trampled on the ironclad rules set by the City Lord!"

The Wild Lion Valley Lord kowtowed repeatedly.

"We beseech Your Majesty to issue a decree to execute this monastery and set an example!"

At the top of the steps, the Profound Nether City Lord's expression gradually darkened.

He didn't care whether the Sword Stele of the Myriad Sword Pavilion was broken or not, nor did he care how many beast cores the Wild Lion Valley had been extorted from.

However, the balance of power among the six major forces in the main city is the fundamental cornerstone of his rule.

Chen Fan had barely taken over the Black Fiend Gate when he dared to forcibly demolish two other sects. His arrogance and ruthlessness had crossed the line of his tolerance.

"This young man is ignorant and arrogant. Relying on his brute strength, does he really think he can call the shots in this Great Wilderness?"

The Profound Nether City Lord snorted coldly, and dark golden light flowed in his palm. A palm-sized decree slowly emerged, engraved with the earth vein patterns of the entire main city.

He intended to issue a decree to forcibly detain Chen Fan and bring him to the palace for questioning.

The overwhelming power of the Eighth-Order Peak cultivator swept outwards, silencing the dozens of high-level cultivators standing in the entire square, who dared not even breathe loudly.

Li Qianfeng and the Wild Lion Valley Lord exchanged a glance, a hint of pleasure flashing in their eyes. No matter how powerful you are, before a city lord who is Half-Step Ninth Tier, even a dragon has to coil up!

Boom!

Just as the seal was about to solidify, a muffled thunderclap suddenly exploded in the far distance of the sky!

Immediately following was a piercing shriek that tore through the atmosphere. A violent blast of air swept in from the north, dispersing the thick, leaden clouds that filled the sky.

A white rainbow streaked across the sky, like a shooting star falling to earth, landing steadily in the center of the ninety-nine White Marble steps with a calm and graceful posture.

Before the dust had even settled, the wind suddenly stopped.

The young man in white carried a bulging, coarse linen leather bag soaked in dark red blood in one hand, and slung a broken, chipped Broken Saber over his shoulder.

He was full of energy, his black hair fluttering in the wind. There was no trace of the listlessness of someone who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Instead, he exuded a sense of refreshment and ease, as if he had just stretched his muscles and bones.

Li Qianfeng's pupils constricted sharply, and he shrank back in fright.

"Chen Fan?!"

The Wild Lion Valley Lord tensed up, almost instinctively clutching his head.

The entire hall fell silent; all eyes instantly focused on the boy.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Fan did not draw his sword, nor did he even blink at the two sect leaders kneeling on the ground.

He casually reversed the Broken Saber, tucked it behind his back, straightened his clothes properly, stepped onto the stairs, and bowed respectfully to the lofty Profound Nether City Lord.

The boy spoke in a clear and melodious tone, with a respectful attitude, and even a gentle smile that belied that of a junior meeting an elder.

"Chen Fan of the Fire Crow Tribe greets Your Excellency, City Lord. I was busy with trivial matters in the village earlier and did not pay my respects to you immediately. I apologize for my rudeness."

This bow was performed with utmost humility, fulfilling all the proper etiquette while giving the city lord immense face.

The Profound Nether City Lord's hand holding the magic seal paused slightly, his expression softened a little, but his gaze remained as firm as iron.

"Chen Fan, you've come at the perfect time."

The city lord looked down from his high position, his voice carrying an air of utter authority.

"Sect Master Li and Shi Valley Lord accuse you of acting without any regard for rules, seizing by force, and destroying the Dao Foundation. Do you have anything to say?"

"Lord City Lord! Don't listen to his sweet talk and flattery!"

Li Qianfeng, emboldened by the thought that the city lord would punish him on the spot, pointed at Chen Fan and began to curse him.

"He just drove us to the brink of death, and now he's putting on a show of innocence! This treacherous and cunning fellow is a scourge to the Great Wilderness! Please, sir, take immediate action to suppress him!"

The Wild Lion Valley Lord also loudly echoed this sentiment.

"Excellent! Please, Your Majesty, unleash divine punishment!"

As Zhao Qianjue descended the steps, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he was so anxious that he kept rubbing his teeth.

Faced with the open insults from two Eighth-Order experts, Chen Fan not only did not get angry, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He turned his head and looked at Li Qianfeng with a half-smile.

"Sect Master Li, just now at the back mountain of the Myriad Sword Pavilion, when I borrowed spiritual marrow from you, didn't you offer it to me with both hands and praise me for my youthful talent and promising future? How come your face changed faster than the weather in June when you turned around and ran to the City Lord's Mansion?"

"You call that borrowing?! That's outright robbery!"

Li Qianfeng was so angry that he trembled all over.

Chen Fan.

The Profound Nether City Lord frowned deeply, his voice growing colder.

"The main city has its own authority and rules; do not engage in any frivolous behavior here. If you do not give an explanation, you may not be able to leave this great tower hall today."

The pressure from the Half-Step Ninth Tier descended as if it were a tangible force, causing fine, spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the White Marble steps beneath Chen Fan's feet.

Despite the suffocating aura emanating from him, Chen Fan remained as upright as a pine tree.

"I naturally understand the rules."

Chen Fan smiled gently, his tone calm.

"This junior not only abides by the rules, but also knows that the City Lord is extremely busy and usually detests those who betray their own people and invite wolves into their house. So, after collecting the debts, this junior took a trip to the Black Wind Spirit Vein to... clean house for the main city."

Clean house?

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Profound Nether City Lord.

The Black Wind Spirit Vein has been occupied by Red Rock City for a long time. Even he has refrained from launching a major attack due to his fear of the combined might of the three equally powerful old monsters from Red Rock City. So where does Chen Fan's statement come from?

The next instant, under the gaze of dozens of puzzled and astonished eyes, Chen Fan flicked his wrist slightly and casually tossed away the rough hemp animal skin bag dripping with dark red blood.

Snap!

The animal skin bag rolled down onto the White Marble steps, and the knot in the rope came undone naturally.

Rolling around.

Three glaring, blood-soaked, aged heads, accompanied by an overwhelmingly nauseating aura of deathly blood, rolled out of the bag and came to a steady stop in front of the Profound Nether City Lord's black gold brocade boots.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The entire City Lord's Mansion square fell into an almost suffocating silence.

Li Qianfeng's finger, which was pointing at Chen Fan, froze in mid-air. His facial muscles twitched violently, and he almost passed out on the spot.

The Wild Lion Valley Lord rubbed his eyes hard, even suspecting that he was hallucinating due to damage to his Divine Soul, and was so frightened that he scrambled back three zhang.

Those three heads...

The three Eighth-Order Peak ancestors of Red Rock City!