Quanxing's small fry were no fools. Anyone would feel fear after seeing so many people killed so cleanly and swiftly.
As the saying went, a defeated army collapsed like a landslide. Once people started running for their lives, the battle was already over.
Quanxing began to scatter.
Like hornets whose nest had been smashed, they surged down the mountain, abandoning their gear. Some even lost their shoes as they ran... oh, the one who lost his shoes was beyond saving.
Every last one wished their parents had given them another pair of legs.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"
"Run! That old Taoist is coming!"
"Out of the way! Move!"
"Wait for me! I haven't gotten in the car yet!"
Naturally, no one bothered with their wounded companions. Or rather, Quanxing had no concept of companions.
Any such ties only existed between people who were already close.
Like Xia Liuqing and Mei Jinfeng.
But that had nothing to do with the organization. Would an Elder like Xia Liuqing save these small fry? Not a chance.
Shouts, wails, and curses rose one after another.
They echoed through the deep mountain woods at night.
Naturally, Nadou Tong's employees would not let this rare opportunity slip away. They began kicking them while they were down.
They chased after Quanxing, tearing viciously at their heels.
Their own casualties tonight had been considerable. There was absolutely no way they were not furious.
Damn it, their jobs were dangerous enough already, and Quanxing kept stirring up trouble.
"It's finally almost over... that senior is terrifying. He must be one of our Taoist patriarchs. He might even be older than the Old Celestial Master."
The young Mount Longhu Taoist let out a deep breath of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he reassured himself.
An older Taoist beside