The audience erupted in an uproar, Yan Xiaobao felt like crying, although no tears fell. As he fled for his life, passing one disciple after another, he felt utterly defamed, and everyone gasped in shock. One person refused to be outdone. Clenching their teeth, they advanced forward at the fastest possible speed, but in the end, they could only watch Yan Xiaobao race past them into the distance.
"Damn, he's running faster than a rat with its tail stepped on!"
By now, Bai Qiaochun's terrifying display of speed completely stunned the disciples on and under the bridge. Even sect leaders and others on the balcony could only watch with jaws agape, shocked by the speed they were witnessing.
Li Qinghou smiled as he looked at Zheng Yuandong, saying: "Well... you really know how to handle things, Sect Leader!"
Xu Meixiang and the elders of Green Crest Peak wore strange expressions, and other elders nearby couldn't help but laugh.
