The martial artists below the platform seethed with indignation, their discussions growing louder and louder.
Anger appeared on many of their faces.
Most had come for the "armor-winning tournament," believing they could win the treasured armor through strength. They had never expected the Heavenly Dao Alliance to pull something like this, dashing their hopes completely.
Naturally, they found this hard to accept.
Seeing this, the smile on Chen Liefeng's face faded, and his brows furrowed.
He had not expected these martial artists to be so unappreciative. Their behavior showed him, the Heavenly Dao Alliance's sixth alliance leader, no respect whatsoever.
Just then, a booming, angry shout came from the crowd.
"Your Heavenly Dao Alliance really knows how to deceive people! You're clearly recruiting under the guise of an armor-awarding gathering. Such methods are rather shameless."
"I'm perfectly happy being the head of my school. I have no desire to join your Heavenly Dao Alliance just for some treasured armor."
The speaker was a burly, powerfully built man dressed in fitted black clothing.
A pair of iron gauntlets hung at his waist. He was Zhou Xingtian, head of the Iron Fist School in Cool Prefecture. Judging by his martial aura, he was roughly at the martial saint realm third level.
He had come for the treasured armor, fully expecting to compete for it through strength. Now he had learned how the armor could be obtained.
Deeply dissatisfied, he could not help challenging them on the spot.
Faced with the Iron Fist School head's questioning, killing intent appeared in Chen Liefeng's eyes.
"Insolence! You dare run wild before me? You're courting death!"
Before his words had faded, his figure flashed abruptly. He swept off the platform, drawing the longsword at his waist.
He stood in the air above Zhou Xingtian.
Then he