Seeing so many powerful figures from the Martial Ancestor arrive, An Zhun's face tightened slightly.
The power between the Sword Ancestor and the Martial Ancestor was evenly matched. If the two sects went to war, it would inevitably end in mutual ruin. This was not an outcome he wished to see.
Chu Zhentian glared fiercely at the three leaders of the Sword Ancestor and shouted coldly, "Your Sword Ancestor truly knows no bounds! How dare you send assassins after my daughter?"
"Brother Chu, what is the meaning of this?" An Zhun spoke up. "Before you make such accusations, you must present evidence. To pin such a baseless crime on our Sword Ancestor without any proof is rather inappropriate, is it not?"
"Evidence?" Chu Lingjun stepped forward, her voice cold. "The witnesses are all here. What more evidence do you need?"
Long Chen and Tang Le also stepped out from the crowd.
