The atmosphere inside the grand hall instantly turned icy.
Yet, ignoring the reactions of the few, Lin Fan walked unbothered toward the very top of the palace and sat directly in the sole seat right before their eyes.
Scanning them all with a glance, he said, "You think that because you killed a few mutants and survived in this wretched place for a while, you are strong?"
"In my view, you are far too weak."
He shook his head and continued, "So-called guardians, so-called fierce operators—you are nothing more than a bunch of incompetents."
The face of Iron Mad Daoist sank, and he stared fiercely at Lin Fan. "Are you courting death?"
He had originally thought himself quite arrogant, yet he never expected that this punk from Puppet Palace would be even more arrogant than him!
The gaze of the man in black surged fiercely, and the ancient sword at his waist even emitted a resounding, clanging hum.
Staring at Lin Fan, he said sternly, "This is Cangyun Mountain. If the few of us kill you, no one in Bianlin City will pursue the matter."
"Then make your move."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Could it that you only know how to run your mouths?"
This was neither Puppet Palace nor Bianlin City where cultivation powerhouses gathered, so even if he displayed a certain level of strength, it would not attract too much attention.
Meng Que was dumbfounded, thinking to herself, Could this fellow from Puppet Palace have lost his mind?
He was actually wildly provoking several guardians.
One had to know that aside from a single guardian who was out executing a mission, the remaining four guardians were all present.
To put it without exaggeration, these guardians were the strongest individuals within the stronghold; even the previous stronghold leader