Lu Hao looked at the Evil Cult martial artist groaning there and could not help but marvel. Big Lion was truly formidable—he had taken down a Rank Six martial artist just like that. An ordinary Rank Six definitely could not have done it.
"I never expected you, kid, to have such skills. You actually killed three mid-stage Rank Four martial artists by yourself, and even killed a high-stage Rank Four with Old Zhang's assistance."
Tang Feng had not expected Lu Hao's combat strength to be so terrifying either. He had originally thought that Lü Fengrou had sent him here so he could exchange blows with a high-stage Rank Four, yet he had ended up killing one instead.
"Not bad. Still, I'm nowhere near as impressive as Teacher Tang, taking down a Rank Six martial artist so easily."
"It's only because the Evil Cult didn't expect me to be the one who came. If an ordinary Martial University teacher had come instead, all of you would probably have been finished here."
Tang Feng shook his head as he spoke.
Seeing that it was safe here, Lu Hao sent Fang Ping a message, telling them all to come over. After all, their group of injured martial artists had suffered quite a few wounds; it would not be good if they ran into any other accidents.
Before long, Lu Hao saw Fang Ping rush over excitedly, wounds still covering his body.
"Teacher Tang, are you deliberately targeting me, Fang Ping? And what did you mean by using us as bait this time?"
Lu Hao watched Fang Ping roar at Tang Feng. Thankfully, Tang Feng had a fairly good temper. If it had been someone more hot-tempered, Fang Ping might have been beaten up on the spot.
Tang Feng also knew that what he