Above the Saint Institute, the Saint War Platform levitated.
Lin Hao and Yin Duwen stood facing each other. Yin Duwen's face was expressionless, but killing intent surged in his eyes. Lin Hao, however, wore a faint smile, looking completely at ease.
Seeing Lin Hao's expression, the killing intent in Yin Duwen's eyes intensified.
Just then, Lin Hao spoke with a smile, "Out of respect for your age, you may make the first move."
The moment he said this, rage flooded Yin Duwen's face. His robes whipped about as he bristled with fury.
He was an elder of the Saint Institute. For Lin Hao to show him such contempt was simply outrageous.
Upon hearing Lin Hao's words, all the disciples of the Saint Institute stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
Lin Hao was too arrogant, telling an elder to strike first.
