"He can injure Uncle Zhao Hu with a palm strike; we are not his opponents at all."
A disciple, his face full of terror, said, "Senior Brother, we better run for our lives, or we will die too. I don't want to die."
"Senior Brother, I don't want to die either. Let's leave quickly," urged another disciple fearfully.
At this moment, the Senior Brother was also full of terror, his body trembling uncontrollably, wishing desperately to escape.
However.
A late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal said angrily, "What are you afraid of? He's just one person, still only at the late-stage Profound Immortal. Let's attack together."
"Two fists cannot defeat four hands!"
"That's right! Let's go together and seize the treasure!"
Each disciple responded one after another, full of confidence, and fiercely charged towards Gu Chenfeng.
Only the disciples of the Eastern Emperor Palace dared not make a move.
Because they had all witnessed Gu Chenfeng injure Zhao Hu with a single palm strike.
