Zhan Fei's face was already blue from the pain, but he could only suppress it and nodded.
"Scram," Xing Lou spit out this word coldly from his mouth.
As if there were given the general amnesty, Su Lingsheng and Lei Min crawled up hurriedly and carried Zhan Fei, who was shivering in pain out.
A long trace of blood flowed from Zhan Fei's feet all the way to the entrance…
After Zhan Fei and the rest left, everyone in the hall then heaved a sigh of relief.
Previously, the fury they felt towards Zhan Fei had already disappeared by Xing Lou's simple yet violent punishment. No one could imagine that such a holy nation's grand tutor would actually have subordinates who were this swift and decisive.
Linghe and the rest were all kneeling in front of him. They only had reverence and fear for him.
