Beside him stood Liu Meng and Tu Gang, along with a dozen or so formidable, solemn-faced members of the San Alliance, all holding weapons and ready for battle.
Han Long was nowhere to be seen, evidently concealed in the shadows to control the array.
A simple stone chair stood at the front of the clearing. True Lord Xuanjin sat upon it in gray Daoist robes, his features ordinary and his aura tranquil, resting with his eyes closed as though utterly unconcerned by the countless prying gazes around him.
The sun was already high when a swath of blood-red flight lights suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, accompanied by rolling killing intent as they sped toward Black Wind Ridge.
"They're here! The Blood Wolf Gang!"
"What a force! They must have come out in full strength!"
"Look! Those three in front-it's Li Feng! And Black Sha Old Monster from Black Sha Cave, and Lady Thousand-Legs from Poison Miasma Valley! Hiss-Li Feng actually invited those two old monsters!"
"The Mutual Aid Society is in trouble now! Three late-stage Golden Core cultivators!"
Amid cries of surprise, worried looks, and gleeful anticipation of disaster, dozens of blood-red flight lights descended opposite the clearing, facing True Lord Xuanjin's party from afar.
The three leading them were none other than "Blood Wolf" Li Feng and the two invited late-stage Golden Core cultivators, Black Sha Old Monster and Lady Thousand-Legs.
Li Feng was tall and bare-chested. His blood-red wolf-head tattoo seemed ready to spring to life, radiating a thick stench of blood and savage pressure.
"You're that bullshit Daoist Xuanjin?"
His gaze was like a blade as he fixed it on the unmoving True Lord Xuanjin. "You killed my protector, humiliated my men, and still dared set up a challenge arena here? You've got some damned nerve!"