Witnessing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded. A Supreme Realm powerhouse, killed so casually? Just who was inside that chariot? Whoever they were, they were undoubtedly formidable and harboured ill intentions.
But who could they be? Were they connected to the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect, Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain, or the All-Heaven Sect, here to seek revenge? The crowd speculated endlessly, yet no one knew the true identity of these newcomers. Given the tense situation, no one dared act recklessly. Even the elders of the Crimson Robe Holy Land stood on high alert, cautious about making a move.
Finally, the chariot drew close to the Crimson Robe Holy Land. Three figures emerged from within, all men dressed identically in flowing white robes that shimmered with an ethereal grace. Like the chariot, their robes were wreathed in mist, obscuring their faces, revealing only vague outlines. Even so, it was clear they were strikingly handsome. Their attire likely concealed treasures, making it impossible to discern their age or cultivation level. Yet their powerful aura weighed heavily on the crowd, some too frightened to even breathe, fearing a misstep could bring disaster.
Despite their concealment, Chu Feng’s sharp senses detected their gazes. The moment the three men appeared, their eyes locked onto one person: Yin Zhuanghong, the chief disciple of the Crimson Robe Holy Land. This made Chu Feng’s heart tighten. Their focus suggested their target wasn’t the Crimson Robe Holy Land but Yin Zhuanghong herself.
Han Xiu, sensing their gazes, stepped in front of Yin Zhuanghong protectively before speaking. “Gentlemen, where do you come from, and what business do you have with our Crimson Robe Holy Land?”
The lead man eyed Han Xiu before speaking. “Are you the sect leader of the Crimson Robe Holy Land?” His voice was youthful but carried an air of superiority, addressing Han Xiu as if looking down on her.
“Indeed. And you are?” Han Xiu, aware of their extraordinary nature, asked cautiously.
“Trash like you doesn’t deserve to know our identities,” the man replied.
His words left the crowd stunned. Han Xiu was the sect leader of the Crimson Robe Holy Land, a Third Rank Supreme Realm expert. With the All-Heaven Sect destroyed, the Crimson Robe Holy Land was poised to dominate the All-Heaven Starfield. While Zhao Hong was the true power behind it, Han Xiu was nominally the starfield’s ruler. Yet this man called her trash, insulting not just her but everyone present.
Yin Zhuanghong couldn’t stand it. Han Xiu was her revered master; how could she tolerate such an insult? She wanted to step forward and confront them, but Han Xiu held her back. Still, Yin Zhuanghong spoke angrily, pointing at the man. “Who are you to speak to my master like that?”
Her actions made the crowd tense. These newcomers were mysterious and ruthless, having killed Zhao Yongzhou simply for blocking their path. Even Han Xiu treated them with courtesy, yet Yin Zhuanghong’s boldness left everyone wondering what would happen next.
Surprisingly, the man didn’t get angry. Instead, he gave a meaningful smile. “Quite a temper, just like your mother.”
His words stunned Yin Zhuanghong, Han Xiu, and many from the Crimson Robe Holy Land. Unlike outsiders, they knew Yin Zhuanghong’s background. She had been raised in the Holy Land since childhood, her unique eyes and exceptional martial talent marking her as a future sect leader, treated like family. But her origins were unknown—she was a foundling. Now, this man claimed she resembled her mother, implying he knew her lineage and possibly her family.
Realising their target was likely Yin Zhuanghong, Han Xiu quickly asked, “Who are you? Do you know Yin Zhuanghong’s parents?”
“I told you, trash like you doesn’t deserve to know who we are. But Yin Zhuanghong, we’re taking her today. A place like this doesn’t deserve her,” the man said. With a swift movement, he bypassed Han Xiu, reaching for Yin Zhuanghong to seize her.
Han Xiu wouldn’t allow it. She unleashed her pressure to shield Yin Zhuanghong. “Get lost!” the man snapped, waving his sleeve. A fierce wind rose, scattering Han Xiu’s pressure and sending her flying.
His action revealed his cultivation: Fifth Rank Supreme Realm, far surpassing Han Xiu.
But in the next moment, another figure appeared, rescuing Han Xiu from the wind and grabbing Yin Zhuanghong, pulling her away from the man. As this figure emerged, cheers erupted across the heavens—it was Zhao Hong, who had been hiding in the shadows.
“You dare stop me?” the man said, displeased at Zhao Hong’s interference. He took a step forward, crossing thousands of metres in an instant, appearing before Zhao Hong. A storm of pressure surged as he threw a punch at her face, no longer just aiming to take Yin Zhuanghong but attacking Zhao Hong directly.
Zhao Hong dodged with a flash, avoiding his strike, and countered with a palm strike carrying fierce winds. The man, no pushover, didn’t evade. Instead, he clenched his fist and met her palm head-on, ready for a direct clash.
