章 1657: Ransom

The Zhao Tribe mobilized a total of six elites. This clearly was not their full strength. They probably thought that this would be enough to suppress Ling Han and his group.

Ling Han was internally displeased. His eyes swept over them, and he declared, "You guys had better not trifle with me, or he won't be the only person lying here."

"How dare you!!" the six of them rebuked at the same time.

Though they were not elders, every single one of them could be called a Nine Rings elite, being comparable to the early stage or even middle stage of Saint King Tier.

"Capture him!"

The six of them moved, and attacked Ling Han in unison.

Ling Han casually grabbed the large man from before, holding his ankle. Using him like a weapon, he smashed him into the six elites.

Hu, he brandished the human staff in a powerfully imposing manner.