Since they wanted to play, Lin Hao felt it would be rude not to oblige.
Smiling, Lin Hao strode toward a small hut nearby.
"Who's there?!"
He had only taken two steps when a harsh shout came from inside the hut.
Lin Hao didn't answer, his steps unfaltering.
It was silent inside for a moment before the door was suddenly pulled open.
A head peeked out. Upon seeing it was Lin Hao, the man's face paled, and he ducked back inside in terror.
"Lin… Lin Hao's here," the man's voice trembled from inside.
After a brief silence, another voice rang out, "You f*cking useless coward! This is Wangchuan City. You can't use your cultivation here."
The next moment, the hut's door was kicked open, flying into splinters.
Five Martial Artists poured out and quickly surrounded Lin Hao.
"Lin Hao, this is Wangchuan City. Instead of cowering in your shell, you just had to run out here and court death," one of them sneered, staring at Lin Hao.
