"Disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, heed my command! Stop them!"
Zhai Yonghui did not personally take action, but merely watched Ning Fan and the others flee with a cold gaze, issuing orders from on high.
In his view, Ning Fan and the others were like turtles in a jar, with no possibility of escaping from his grasp.
"Father, do not be hasty to kill this man. Let your son personally slay him with my own hands!"
Zhai Anping, who had been severely beaten by Ning Fan before, harbored a grudge and led a group of disciples to rush out immediately.
"Sect Master, what should we do now?"
Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng looked back at the formidable pursuers and felt uneasy.
Having stayed in Kunlun for so many years, it was his first time being chased by disciples from a prominent sect, and the excitement was intense.
That was one of the Five Great Sects, the Flying Immortal Sect!
Casual actions could obliterate lower sects!
