But...
It doesn't matter.
As long as the objective is achieved, isn't it normal for some people to die?
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"Attack!"
At the dilapidated temple.
Linghu Zhong waved his hand and charged forward first.
He was the younger brother of the patriarch Linghu An and also the chief steward of the Ling Family, possessing the martial power of a Three Blood Warrior, with outstanding swordsmanship.
With an order.
The disciples of the Ling Family, along with a few from Pan She Martial Arts Hall, swarmed up.
There weren't many people who came first, but they were all elite experts, instantly surrounding the few inside the dilapidated temple, with a clear advantage.
"Looks like we won't be needed."
Fang Zheng lowered his voice:
"Daoist, why don't we find a place to rest?"
"Sure."
