Although they had heard something about what Jiang Fan had done on Cangming Island before, they had never truly seen it for themselves, so they had no real sense of it.
Now that they had witnessed Jiang Fan kill Zhao Ruoxu in one strike with such ruthless methods, they could not help feeling a sense of terror.
Zhao Ruoxu's corpse was still lying on the ground, the bloody hole in his forehead a shocking sight.
Everyone could not help asking themselves: if Jiang Fan's attack had been aimed at them, could they have taken this move?
In that flash of lightning, they already had their answer!
"We..."
A Holy Land disciple spoke up, preparing to retreat.
But before he could finish, Jiang Fan's death-knell count suddenly rang out.
"One!"
He had actually skipped straight past two and brought the three-breath countdown to zero.
"Not good! Retreat, now!"
The attackers' expressions changed drastically.
They drove all their cultivation and shot backward at extreme speed.
"Jiang Fan, you have no martial virtue!"
As they spoke, they all brought out their defensive techniques, trying to block him.
But Jiang Fan did not give them any time to react at all.
The instant the number fell, the aura around him erupted with a boom.
"Running now? Too late!"
"From the moment you decided to surround and attack Senior Sister Lin, you should have thought of this outcome!"
Jiang Fan's voice came from all directions.
The Time Law quietly began to circulate.
Within a radius of a hundred zhang, everything seemed to have had the pause button pressed.
Those cultivators who had been fleeing suddenly slowed several times over, and even the terrified expressions on their faces seemed to freeze in place.
"Killers will always be killed!"
"Condense!"
Jiang Fan brought two fingers together like