"Escape... Hurry and escape!"
Lord Xiangzhu Gongsun Xin is dead. With a casual spear, Su Mu slaughtered more than a dozen Eighth-Grade Martial Artists. These Taiping Dao Followers no longer had the courage to battle with this god of slaughter, Su Mu.
"The Red Flame Spear has indeed become much sharper... but these people are too weak."
Su Mu sighed quietly. The strongest among those remaining were only Eighth Grade Bone Forging, completely unable to test the power of the Red Flame Spear after its advancement to the Seventh Grade.
Upon hearing this sigh, Zhao Qing's numb pupils suddenly contracted, and he shivered with a chill that came from the depths of his soul.
The Taiping followers scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions. Some stepped over their companions' corpses and fled for their lives outside the manor. Su Mu didn't bother with them.
"Lead the way!"
"Ah, okay..."
