Just as Li Xuan tore the evil ghost apart, more people continued to walk out of the door.
The young girl who had exited the door stared in shock at the sky, gazing at the huge demon dragon, trembling in fear.
Very quickly, someone noticed that the group of people who came out first was missing.
Then someone else saw the demon dragon seemingly subduing the evil ghosts.
The people, increasing in number, stopped outside the door, each unaware of what was occurring beyond it.
After Li Xuan finished his circle of killing, he landed again, shifting his form into a human shape.
Mighty as if divine energy was emanating from him, he grabbed a black robe beside him and wrapped it back on, then looked at those stunned people.
This group seemed to be some kind of nobility from somewhere, evident from their demeanor, roughly numbering over eighty people.
"Who is in charge here?" Li Xuan asked.
Soon, a middle-aged man stepped forward from the crowd, smiling humbly, "Greetings, sir."
