As Lothur left his vehicle and his guests approached where he had parked, the establishment employees were somewhat nervous.
Lothur had struck one of them only a few minutes ago and made that person faint in the middle of that hall.
They had been shocked at one of them being attacked so brutally by that man, but since that group of cultivators was around, they had all remained silent. They remained in their places, fearful but not crazy enough to show any sign of displeasure to people so much stronger than they were.
When Lothur acted, he ran so fast that none of these people could see him moving. To them, in an instant, the silver-haired young man had gotten angry with one of them, grabbed a weapon, and the next moment was already striking the back of that man's head.
With such monstrous speed, how could any of these mortals stand against Lothur?
