Although Hua Tianming's death had nothing to do with these people, Luo Zheng had no intention of letting them off this time.
Since they had chosen their stance, they had to pay the price for it.
After Luo Zheng finished speaking, a pair of Thunder Wings suddenly spread from his back, and he shot toward the nearest person.
"Quick, go!"
Eleven people leaped out from the crowd and sprinted madly toward the valley.
Their hearts were filled with regret. They had been tricked by Pang Miao. Luo Zheng was so powerful that having them attack the three of them was tantamount to seeking death!
But it was too late for regrets now.
The young Sub-Saint at the very back had only fled a dozen yards when he felt a wave of heat overhead. A thin Red Lotus was already curling toward him.
"Spirit-Gathering Shield!"
With a wave of the young Sub-Saint's hand, a cyan Giant Shield appeared above his head.
This Giant Shield had nearly consumed all the Dao Accumulation he had gathered in his lifetime. Even a full-powered attack from a Saint, he thought, could be blocked.
Unfortunately, he had encountered Luo Zheng.
The instant the Red Lotus touched the Giant Shield, the energy of the entire cyan shield was transformed. The enormous shield instead became a sea of Red Lotus that descended over him.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, the young Sub-Saint was burned to ashes.
The other ten people looked extremely grim when they saw this.
That young Sub-Saint was from the Han Family, a first-tier lineage. Among the Sub-Saints outside the great clans, he was an apex existence.
Even he could not withstand Luo Zheng in the slightest. Were the others not simply waiting to be slaughtered?
After killing the young Sub-Saint, Luo Zheng