"Go!"
Seeing Chen Xiang and Fengh Lei both physically dead, their Primordial Spirits captured, and the Cold Iron Guard also killed by Su Han's palm strike, along with thousands of people from the Sect of the Battle God.
The remaining people all fell into fear; they dared not look at Su Han again but turned and fled in all directions.
As for those in charge of transport, they had been roughing it out year-round and had long since developed excellent resilience. They had already prepared to escape the moment Chen Xiang's body was destroyed.
At this moment, without any hesitation, they exchanged looks, deeply bowed their fists to Su Han, and then planned to leave.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Su Han spoke indifferently, his palm waving, creating a massive light barrier that completely sealed off the area.
"We belong to the Sect of the Battle God, that's true, but we have never offended the senior, and we hope the senior might spare us this time," someone said.
