"Stop him!"

Seeing Du Fei making his move decisively, Zheng Lin promptly retreated without any hesitation. His form flashed like a streak of light, intending to escape at the very first opportunity.

Following Zheng Lin's order, the dozen or so soldiers still present in the hall swiftly charged towards Du Fei. However, even before they could get close, a gust of wind gushed out. It caused them to spit blood and be flung back.

"B*stard! B*stard! ...