The situation that unfolded at the entrance of the Zhou Clan Western Sect was something no one could have foreseen.
"Lone Swan" Ying Tianfeng was the strongest existence beneath the Grandmaster realm. With the Martial Sage Remnant Chapter in his possession, even the Nine Heavens had to bow their heads before him.
Sending him out was already the Eight Lords' best card.
After all, Zhou Daqian's crimes were not obvious enough. It would have been hard to justify dispatching a Grandmaster to deal with him.
The Eight Lords had mobilized nearly all their strength, separately holding back Zhou Nanwang and the Aged Grandmaster, leaving him isolated and helpless, then sent Ying Tianfeng—whom they regarded as an arm and a leg—to seize their target.
Ying Tianfeng was not arrogant. From the very start, he had thrown out every trump card, determined that if he could not capture his target alive, he would beat him to death.
Even so, their supposedly foolproof plan had still gone wrong.
Zhou Daqian actually possessed a Grandmaster's Mark. That was a peerless talent on par with the Eight Lords!
Not only did he have potential, he also had the means to turn that potential into strength. In a single exchange, he had cleanly and decisively killed Ying Tianfeng.
Of course, Ying Tianfeng had not come alone. He had also brought quite a few powerful martial artists, all scions of aristocratic families from the Eight Lords' camp, with statuses akin to Zhou You and Lian Feihong.
However, none of them could compare to Ying Tianfeng. Their role was little more than that of a backdrop.
They had come along to serve as a backdrop, bolster the spectacle, and conveniently wipe out Zhou You's personal guard.
The instant Ying Tianfeng died, those powerful martial artists panicked. If "Lone