"What? A murderer must pay with his life? Then it looks like we're doomed today!"
At Liu Ling's words, the gathered crowd immediately erupted into commotion. Several hundred figures swiftly darted toward the outskirts of the crowd. Most of them were experts at the Dou Wang and Dou Emperor levels, with five or six Dou Zong experts mixed among them.
Liu Ling's side did not make any move at first as they watched the several hundred figures flee.
Only when no one else rushed outward did he slowly raise an arm and make a gesture.
After Liu Ling made that gesture, Elder Liu, Elder Bai, Xie Bi Yan, and the others guarding the outskirts of the crowd sprang into action. Every strike they unleashed was exceedingly vicious, as torrents of Dou Qi wildly blasted toward those fleeing people.
"Argh! Argh!"
Within moments, amid wave after wave of miserable screams, all those who had tried to escape the area were dealt with by the Mercenary Guild and the powerful reinforcements on its side.
This bloody scene filled the remaining Wind Thunder Pavilion elders and disciples with terror. Yet they also understood that with Xiao Jin and Heavenly Fire Venerable present, even if all of them threw their lives away, they could not possibly win. The Wind Thunder West Pavilion Master and Tian Lei Zi did not even dare let out a peep. They now had only one choice: obediently accept Liu Ling's arrangements.
Although some among these hundred-odd thousand gathered people had attacked the Mercenary Guild out of the superiority that came with belonging to major sects, or out of greed and jealousy, more than ninety percent of them had had no choice. They had been forcibly conscripted due to the factions they belonged to.
Liu Ling could not possibly slaughter