One!
Five!
Ten!
...
In the blink of an eye, the people brought by Bao Lun had already fallen by fifty or sixty.
Each one had their neck severed by a single sword strike from Bai Xiaofan.
There was not the slightest hesitation.
"Aim at him, and shoot him dead the moment you get the chance!"
Bao Lun's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared intently at Bai Xiaofan in the midst of the crowd, ordering the armed bodyguards by his side.
He simply didn't believe the killing god could defeat so many people.
Although, in the time it took him to speak, another twenty people had died under Bai Xiaofan's sword.
However, as time passed, Bao Lun's expression became slightly stunned.
On average, every second, one or two people would die by Bai Xiaofan's hand.
How long had it been?
Apart from the armed bodyguards by his side, only thirty or forty people were still desperately fighting against Bai Xiaofan.
That is to say, over three hundred people had already died by Bai Xiaofan's hand.