Austin's expression turned cold as he looked over.
His eyes met Jiang Fan's piercing gaze.
In that instant, his heart seemed to miss a beat.
Austin frowned slightly, secretly analyzing what was going on.
The lackeys below had already started barking furiously on their master's behalf.
"How dare you! Where did this little brat come from? How dare you show disrespect to Lord Austin!"
"You greenhorn, who let you sit there? Hurry up and get down here!"
"Once you anger Lord Austin, you won't even know how you died!"
"Alliance Leader Xiao, this is the venue of my Martial Arts Alliance. Why would you let such an insignificant person in? Does my Martial Arts Alliance still have rules?"
"Men, drag this brat down here! Cut out his tongue, break all four limbs, and throw him into the wilderness!"
"..."
Jiang Fan paid no attention to the small fry below, merely looking indifferently at Austin, who seemed somewhat more formidable.
Under Jiang Fan's gaze, Austin felt as if he were carrying ten thousand jun of pressure, and immediately realized that something was wrong.
He waved his hand, silencing the lackeys' clamorous voices, and fixed his eyes on Jiang Fan.
"Who are you?"
"Why do I feel unprecedented pressure coming from you?"
The corners of Jiang Fan's mouth lifted.
"Me?"
"I'm nothing more than a small martial cultivator!"
"You can call me Jiang Fan!"
"As for why you feel pressure coming from me, could it be..."
"That you're simply too weak?"
What?
Jiang Fan!
Those two words struck down like thunder from the ninth heaven.
They sent vessels crashing all across the venue.
The factions that had originally followed Austin trembled in shock.
"It really is Jiang Fan!"
"He... wasn't he killed in the starry sky? Why is he still alive?"
"Exactly!