These people were not weak, but they were no match for Ning Fan and his two companions.
Huo Erba's body shone with intense golden light, as if a Golden Body Arhat descended to earth, waving his fists as he charged into the crowd.
Every punch he threw would severely injure a Feiyu Sect disciple.
Shuang'er's speed was also incredibly fast, turning into a blur as she weaved through the crowd, and ordinary disciples couldn't capture her figure at all.
Not to mention Ning Fan, who stormed in alone, tearing open a gap in the encirclement of disciples.
In front of the three of them, these outer sect disciples were like ants, easily crushed at will.
"Damn it, how are these guys so powerful?"
"We can't stop them! Call the Young Master quickly!"
"Retreat! Retreat! Call the Young Master right now!"
Seeing the bloody scene before them, like a slaughterhouse, the outer sect disciples were utterly terrified.