Qin Xian'er's voice carried the pressure of her Divine Soul, ringing across Heavy Sword Peak in an instant. All the disciples stood dumbstruck, not daring to speak out of turn. Most of them had witnessed Qin Xian'er slay Liu Ziming with their own eyes.
A moment later, a streak of light shot out from the Inner Court on the mountain. Its swordlight was keen and fierce, carrying a powerful edge. It was Yang Feng, flying through the air on his sword.
"Heavy Sword Peak is a sacred place. How dare you Demon Sect disciples trespass here?" Yang Feng was, after all, the Vice Peak Master. Though he greatly feared Qin Xian'er, he still had to preserve some dignity and authority in front of the disciples.
"Hand Zhang Rumeng over," Chen Fan said coolly.
"Chen Fan, you traitor who murdered your master! You still dare come to Heavy Sword Peak and cause trouble?" Yang Feng stood on his flying sword, pointing at Chen Fan as he shouted.
"I'll say it one last time: hand Zhang Rumeng over." Chen Fan remained expressionless, but his voice sank slightly.
"What right do you have to make demands? You're nothing but a traitor to Heavy Sword Peak now." Elder Lin stepped forward and scolded Chen Fan.
"Then today, I'll raze Heavy Sword Peak to the ground." A trace of coldness flashed through Chen Fan's eyes. The Heaven-Burning Sword Qi within him surged into his blade.
Yang Feng's expression darkened at his words. Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he glared at Chen Fan and shouted, "How dare you, Chen Fan! Do you know you're facing more than just Heavy Sword Peak? If you dare act out here, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will surely crush you!"
His words were also a warning to Qin