The seven Mountain River Tiers attacked Ling Han furiously, but Ling Han caused chaos in the course of attacks of these seven people merely through simple movements. They were endlessly attacking each other, and in this moment, the atmosphere was quite lively.
Jiang Qiaoling couldn't help but be surprised. If one said that Ling Han had just been lucky, it could not have been that he would have been lucky so many times, but if one was saying that Ling Han was very strong, she was not one to believe that, either.
Firstly, there was not the slightest bit of the aura of an elite to feel from Ling Han, and secondly, if he was really an elite, why would he have to come here to rely on her father's help?
But the truth of the matter was that the Red Headscarf and his companions were becoming more and more disorderly. Finally, they were punching and striking each other, and the worst victim had even been struck by a saber—even his stomach had been split open.