Fan Chuan, overwhelmed with anger and pain from having his tongue cut, fainted on the spot in a pool of blood.
The ground was littered with bodies, and the remaining students were paralyzed with fear, clinging to the pavilion pillars, exchanging terrified glances, not daring to move.
When immortals wage war, mortals suffer.
Meanwhile, the two guards escorting Gu Zitao had already released him and hurried back to administer first aid to their Young Master before taking him away.
Their initially aggressive demeanor had turned into a frantic retreat, which appeared somewhat comical.
But unfortunately, no one else present found it amusing.
Liang Zhi, still retaining some sense, swallowed hard and looked at Chen Ning:
"What, what do we do now? The Cao Bang is powerful, and if they investigate, we won't escape too..."
