"Hmm? What's going on?" Zhang Xiaohao showed a puzzled expression.
He thought about it, then continued to walk forward, not paying much attention to the scene. No matter what they were up to, he hadn't offended them, so they shouldn't attack him.
But often, when you don't look for trouble, trouble likes to find you.
Moments later, more than a hundred people dressed in the attire of the Bi Mu Divine Race surrounded Zhang Xiaohao led by a burly man with three eyes.
"What are you trying to do?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a cold face.
"Hmph! When our Bi Mu Divine Race handles things, do we ever need to explain ourselves to others?" the leading three-eyed man said arrogantly.
Zhang Xiaohao cast a cold glance at him, letting his gaze fall on the third eye closed on his forehead.
"Are you people from the Bi Mu Divine Race?" Zhang Xiaohao countered.
