"Boom boom boom..."
As those weapons fell, a series of roars erupted from the surrounding pavilions, all the glass shattered instantly, and even the pavilions themselves seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Inside the pavilions, the faces of the figures drastically changed.
"We haven't provoked you, why do you attack us!"
"Such an addiction to killing will also hinder your own state of mind, and you will have no good ending in the future!
"You will not die a good death!!!"
Angry roars came from within the pavilions.
However, these people were clearly overthinking; the falling of the weapons did not kill everyone inside the pavilions, but rather selectively killed some, as if guided by an unseen hand.
Soon, the weapons were retracted again, forming a storm, and appeared beside Su Han.
At the same time, a tiny crack was torn open before Su Han, and no less than a hundred Dragon Pills appeared in his hand.
"Not bad at all."
