He let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale.
The few Foundation Establishment disciples behind him hurriedly activated their magic artifacts to attack Luo Qingchen.
Luo Qingchen snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the sword sheath in his hand turning into shadows.
"Bang bang bang!"
After a few muffled sounds, those Foundation Establishment disciples followed the same path as their companions, all falling to the ground.
The whole process was swift like a rabbit chasing a bird, taking only a few breaths of time.
The patrol squad brought by Zhao Qian was completely defeated.
Zhao Qian was both shocked and furious; he hadn't anticipated Luo Qingchen's strength to be so formidable.
"Luo Qingchen, don't you fear sect rules for causing trouble within the sect?"
Zhao Qian shouted sternly, but without confidence.
Luo Qingchen walked slowly to him, looking down at him.
