With a single order to leave, they wanted Chen Hao gone. After all the difficulties he had endured to get here, how could he agree?
Chen Hao raised his voice and shouted toward the Tower Stronghold, "Is this how Nine Blades treats its guests?"
Those words immediately enraged the guard. "Don't push your luck! Sacred Hall said he won't see you, and that's final. Leave!"
"And what if I don't?" Chen Hao stared straight at him and asked coldly.
Such blatant provocation brought all several hundred guards in the square forward.
In less than ten seconds, over a hundred men had surrounded Chen Hao and Xiang Wencun.
The guard who had delivered the message snorted in warning. "I'll give you one last chance. Leave now, while you still can. Once you anger Lord Sacred Hall, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
Facing so many men, Chen Hao remained completely unruffled. He kept his eyes fixed on the Tower Stronghold. "Since I came here today, I never intended to leave."
"You have a death wish! Get him!"
The guard glared and gave the order, and the hundred-odd guards around them prepared to swarm forward.
At that very moment, however, Xiang Wencun narrowed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and screamed, "Ah!"
An incredibly piercing shriek erupted from Xiang Wencun's mouth, blasting all several hundred guards onto their backs.
With the guards down, Chen Hao stepped onto the wooden stairs and started up.
"How dare you! Who gave you the nerve to cause trouble here?"
A shout infused with powerful Spiritual Power rang out from the Tower Stronghold. Then a dark figure burst through the wooden door. A bare-chested man with incredibly developed muscles leaped from the second floor, landing like a wooden piling driven into the