Zhao Qianjun had no time to react before he felt a chill between his brows.
He raised a hand to touch his forehead, only to find his hand covered in blood.
"I... I..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But in the end, he collapsed powerlessly and died on the spot.
"Run! Hurry, run!"
By now, everyone from the other factions had already been scared out of their wits by Jiang Fan. How could they possibly listen to what Lin Yuanshan had just said?
They all turned in different directions and began fleeing in every direction.
If the Holy Master descended, they naturally would not fear Jiang Fan—but the prerequisite was that they had to still be alive by then.
Right now, Jiang Fan killed people as easily as slaughtering chickens.
Whether they were at the peak of the Emperor Realm or in the Saint Realm, in his hands, they all fell in a single move.
They did not think they were stronger than that Masked Man or Qian Duoduo.
This so-called encirclement was nothing more than delivering heads to the enemy!
Facing the crowd scattering in flight, Jiang Fan did not even look at them. He casually swept his hand back.
Whoosh!
Sword energy surged in all directions!
A faction leader who was about to charge to the Dark Gate was instantly cut in half at the waist, blood splashing across the wall...
Another elder who had just taken a few steps had a bowl-sized hole punched through his chest and froze on the spot...
"Patrol Envoy Jiang, spare me, spare me!"
A sect elder dropped to his knees with a thud, kowtowing like he was pounding garlic.
"I was forced!"
"The Saint Sect threatened me with the lives of my whole family. I had no choice