"Put him down."
Seeing their companion being treated like this, the remaining cultivators got angry and shouted at him.
He obliged, "Okay!"
Boom!
The moment the old man was thrown to the ground, Hong Jun's foot wasn't any slower and stomped on the skull.
Leaving behind a body without a head, he moved toward the next target.
"Damn! Is he daring you?" Hearing the shouts, he didn't care as his palm landed on the skull of another Qi cultivator.
Boom!
He didn't forget to be a good person and go all the way; as such, he stomped on his dantian, crushing it.
When he was just about to retreat, he felt a strong threat, and his body twisted before jumping on the ground, rolling sideways.
When he stood up, he realized the threat had not vanished. But he could see it; a black sword was moving faster, attacking, and he saw what resembled black smoke in the sword.
"What the hell is this?" He just felt like escaping, but something in his mind kept telling him not to.
