A Hasty End, and the Senior's Approval

"What's going on? What's going on?!"

Regi asked angrily, pointing at the Chifeng Martial Arts Hall Martial Artists in black robes. "What is all this? Why did you suddenly start fighting our brothers from the Sacred Martial Pavilion?"

Regi was fuming. What really angered him was that these idiots had attacked four people with so many of their own, only to be beaten into this state by Lu Lin alone.

Even Feng Se, back a few hundred years ago, hadn't caused such a terrifying commotion when she was suddenly ambushed, despite killing more than a dozen people.

This time, Lu Lin had single-handedly killed or wounded so many Chifeng Martial Arts Hall disciples.

Regi didn't care about those disciples' lives, but he wasn't willing to lose face like this.

Yet even after he shouted at them, no one stepped forward to answer.

At that moment, Regi had also restrained Lu Lin.

This was Lu Lin's first time facing an Eternal Immortal Level powerhouse.

He felt a trace of fear, but also a trace of longing.

So, after reaching the Eternal Immortal Level, one could control Martial Artists below the Immortal Level without even lifting a finger.

How powerful.

When Regi saw that no one had spoken for a long while, he grew even more anxious.

It went without saying that Lu Lin had beaten so many of them, but those disciples seemed to have been frightened by him.

Now their Eternal Immortal Level Hall Master had personally shown up to back them, yet not one of them dared to say a word. It was truly disappointing.

Regi was thinking this when a thin man suddenly stepped forward. "Hall Master, a few of us heard that some Martial Artists had sneaked into our base. We were curious, so we came up