You could say the hearts of Guo Qixuan and all the Elders with him had sunk to rock bottom!
Three hundred and twenty people!
That number was eight times theirs!
Just the people at Bright Force Peak alone were two or three times their number; with that kind of headcount, they could totally pin them to the ground and beat them into a pulp, zero chance to resist.
"Move, all of you, run as far as you can!" Guo Qixuan said.
Especially Zhang Fan, a Dragon Hall seedling—absolutely nothing could be allowed to happen to him.
In front of this sort of major issue of right and wrong, Guo Qixuan and his people all knew exactly what choice to make!
Even if they lost their lives, they had to keep Zhang Fan safe!
As for the others, how many survived would depend entirely on fate.
"Heh. Run? Guo Qixuan, you really think you all can get away now?" someone sneered!
