As the man walked toward Chen Hao, he drew the black iron rod from his waist. It looked like he was getting serious.
"I'll fucking teach you to insult me!" The man rushed up to Chen Hao and, without another word, raised the black rod and swung it at his head.
Before the descending rod could hit Chen Hao, a layer of blood-red Qi Armor blocked the attack.
The armor's recoil knocked the man back two steps. He stared at Chen Hao in astonishment. "Qi Armor? You've already reached the Third Realm!"
The same shock appeared on the others' faces.
Chen Hao paid no mind to their ridiculous astonishment and merely sneered. "I know I'm far stronger than you lot. You're jealous and envious, and I understand. Are you all worshipping me now? If so, you can kneel and ask to become my disciples. I might consider taking you in!"
Those shameless words from Chen Hao nearly made everyone else throw up.
The man snorted. "So what if you're in the Third Realm? There's one of you and ten of us. We can still beat you into the ground. Get him!"
"Stop!" Just as the Ghost Gate disciples were about to surround Chen Hao, Hua Qiang's voice suddenly rang out.
Seeing that Hua Qiang had returned, everyone stopped.
Hua Qiang approached the man and asked with a frown, "Hua Bei, what exactly is going on?"
Hearing the man's name, Chen Hao froze for a moment. "Hua Qiang, Hua Bei, Huaqiangbei... Now that's a great ship!"
Hua Bei glared at Chen Hao. "Uncle, this brat's causing trouble. He actually dared to insult me."
Seeing that it was Chen Hao, Hua Qiang naturally dared not make trouble for him. He could only order Hua Bei, "Let this go. It ends here."
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