"If anyone among you still harbors ill intentions towards the Holy Hall, step forward now. You'd better walk over my dead body, or else, hmph, you'll all have to die!" Lin Zifeng roared loudly.
Everyone exchanged glances at this roar. Even the Sect Leader of the Demon God Sect, Yao Chenfeng, had been slapped to death. What courage do they have to step forward now? Advancing would be courting death!
"Hurry up and leave, unless you want me to collect a few more lives?" Lin Zifeng roared again. This time, the large group of cultivators didn't dare linger. They quickly fled, fearing that if they ran too slowly, they might lose their lives here.
Everyone fled, disappearing out of sight.
Only then did Lin Zifeng revert to his usual demeanor. However, his cold, knife-like gaze swept over those Holy Hall brothers hiding around and made him chuckle inwardly.
