Just as Chao Hun was about to flee, several more powerful auras swept swiftly past him nearby.
"Huo... Huo Lian." This time, Chao Hun saw clearly.
He saw someone familiar-or rather, two people.
Huo Lian and Huang Xiao. Holding Huang Xiao, Huo Lian was racing along with three old men in the direction the earlier man had gone.
None of them paid him any attention.
Even though Huo Lian noticed Chao Hun, he did not stop.
"Heavens, how can there be so many experts, so many old fossils?" Chao Hun's heart trembled.
The auras of the three old fellows who had just passed were much like Huo Lian's. Two of them also exuded the aura of demonic arts, clearly marking them as members of the Demon Hall.
"One of them should be Pang Ji, that Supreme Elder of the Demon Hall, right? But who is the other?" Chao Hun had never met Pang Ji, but he knew Pang Ji was now the one in charge of the Demon Hall.
There was also one whom he could sense belonged to the Ghost Spirit Sect.
While Chao Hun was guessing their identities, more people arrived.
"Another four experts? Is that the Zhanlu Sword?" Chao Hun was stunned.
They did not recognize any of these people, but he saw the Zhanlu Sword at Leng Guhan's waist.
He could still recognize these divine weapons.
From that, he could also deduce that this man was Sword God Leng Guhan.
Not everyone in the world had necessarily seen Leng Guhan, but they should know that Leng Guhan possessed the Zhanlu Sword.
An expert like that could not possibly be wearing an imitation sword.
Chao Hun had already abandoned all thought of fleeing. Before these Old Fools, he could not escape even if he wanted to.
Instead,