The men from Sky Snake Company were no good citizens either. Seeing the four of them approach with murderous intent, they sneered and pulled out all kinds of weapons from behind their waists and the trunks of their cars.
Qingmu City maintained fairly strict weapons control within the city. Of these men, only their leader had a pistol; the rest had nothing but knives, spears, swords, and clubs.
Of course.
For cultivators like Yang Hao and the others, even if their opponents brought out submachine guns, the threat they posed would still be limited.
Unless they stood still and let themselves be shot, it would not be easy to kill an Advanced level or Intermediate level cultivator with a submachine gun.
The two sides began fighting without a word.
Yang Hao struck first.
A ferocious grin hung on his face as a faint blood-colored radiance rose from his body. Like a mad tiger, he charged at the man holding the pistol.
That man was also one of Xu Hai's trusted aides. He could not touch the core of the group and was considered a relatively peripheral figure.
Even so, he managed the twenty-odd thugs under him.
When he saw Yang Hao pounce, he panicked, and he could barely keep his pistol steady.
Bang!
He fired. Flames spurted from the muzzle, but the shot failed to hit Yang Hao.
The moment he raised his arm, Yang Hao had already shifted out of his line of fire. The combat instincts of an Advanced level cultivator were astonishing, especially those of a practical fighter like Yang Hao.
Countless battles on the surface had honed his keen instincts.
Besides, his opponent was hardly an expert. He had no technique or follow-up, and his attacks were straightforward and predictable.
After dodging the shot, Yang Hao