"I've said I hate flies, and since you're so eager to seek death, don't blame me!" Lin Xuan's voice was ice-cold.
"Kid, you're quite arrogant!" When Chu Tianhao heard Lin Xuan's words, he immediately snorted coldly, "Let me tell you, newcomers have their rules, and not just anyone can be offended, understand?"
"Especially us from the Dao Ling Association, you can't afford to offend us!"
"Let me teach you how to be a proper human being!"
Chu Tianhao's body started to become vague and misty, like a wisp of white smoke, vanishing into the air and swiftly drifting towards Lin Xuan.
This scene was very eerie, as if a perfectly alive person had turned into smoke, enough to make an unknowing onlooker think they were seeing a ghost.
Like a phantom, the white smoke surged out rapidly, its speed so astonishing that it was shocking.
"Spring Sword, Endless Spring Rain!"
Lin Xuan thrust out with the Wind Shadow Sword, once again utilizing the Four Seasons Sword Technique.
