"Sir, are these people sick in the head?"
Listening to the curses from the group rapidly heading out of the city not far away, Ximen Kuang could not help but ask.
Their party was not limited to the three people Gu Cheng had seen.
Especially since they had witnessed Ran Zun's assassination abilities, they truly had not taken this group seriously.
Yet they had not expected that after hurrying over.
Wave after wave of angry curses would already reach their ears.
"Bi Fuxing, where are those people who had the gall to demand an audience with the Pavilion Master? We've already left the city so far behind. Why haven't we seen them yet?"
"Can you, you idiot, speak like a human for once? What exactly is going on with those people?"
"No matter what the situation is, as long as they haven't run away, they all have to die."
"Even the former Seven Stars Sect could not compare to our Divine Weapon Pavilion in overall strength. I'd like to see what kind of thing this is."
"Why can't we see those bastards yet?"
"This old man is about to explode. Once I see them, I'll teach them a proper lesson no matter what."
"Bi Fuxing, speak!"
The group's curses continued without end.
Among them were quite a few seventh- and eighth-tier Saint Star Position martial cultivators, opening their mouths only to speak of how they would deal with Qin Shaofeng and the others.
It was true that they had strength in numbers.
Once they drew closer, Qin Shaofeng and the others could roughly estimate that there were around one hundred and fifty of them.
The problem was that among this group, there were more than a hundred seventh-tier Saint Star Position martial cultivators alone.
There were only a paltry twenty