Fan Lang's warning had its effect, causing many people to back down in the face of difficulty or begin having second thoughts.
The tokens that had originally been fought over now became hot potatoes.
Some who had already obtained tokens threw them away. Others, before Fan Lang could make a move, charged toward the exit with their tokens. As long as they got out, they would be safe. They would no longer need to fear Fan Lang, and they could still receive the corresponding rewards.
The so-called exit was actually a mobile Teleportation Array that kept moving. Anyone who stepped into it with a token would be teleported away.
"Did you take my words as idle chatter?"
Fan Lang's eyes turned cold. In a flash, he descended near the exit, and the divine sword in his hand slashed out. With overwhelming force, he killed several people who had tried to leave with tokens.
Heads flew through the air one after another, divine blood spraying from their wounds, each face bearing a different expression.
With the vitality of Martial Gods, mere decapitation might not necessarily be fatal. What was more deadly was that Fan Lang's attack had severed their life force and extinguished their vitality.
Holding his divine sword, Fan Lang looked proudly in every direction and threatened again, "Who else wants to die?"
Whether it was the Seven Heroes of Yin or the few people he had just slain, none of them were weak. Yet they could not withstand even a single move from Fan Lang and were killed the instant they faced him.
Such absolute strength and such domineering bearing brought immense intimidation. More people abandoned the tokens in their hands to avoid bringing about their own deaths.
Fan Lang nodded and destroyed even more tokens.
This was exactly