Ten minutes later, in Lianshan Town, a flying car soared into the sky.
"The authorities actually distributed signal transmitting devices to these martial artists…"
Lin Yun's gaze, through the flying car, looked at the officials busting below, his eyes squinting, he softly said.
He noticed it from the moment he killed Wang Tiequan.
He hadn't expected Wang Tiequan to possess such an item, so he hadn't time to prevent him from using it before his death.
But he was indifferent, even if the authorities discovered his location, it didn't matter, his flying car could travel six thousand kilometers per hour, he could go anywhere at any time.
Before leaving, Lin Yun spent ten minutes wiping out the Iron Fist Sect, he had said he would do it, so he had to keep his word.
Whoosh—
With a thought from Lin Yun, the flying car he was riding in began to leave.
In the back seat of the car, Guan Xiangsi and Guan Jinshui were watching everything around them, feeling greatly shaken.
