As a disciple of the Celestial Star Saint Institute, Xin Li had always been a prominent figure. While he couldn't compare to He Jundao, he had never been in such a pathetic state as he was today.
The opponent had attacked two people right under his nose, and now he didn't even know where the attacker was. This was an absolute humiliation for him.
To make matters worse, that soft chuckle added insult to injury.
For a moment, Xin Li felt blood rush to his head, his face flushing crimson.
But in this state, an idea suddenly flashed in Xin Li's mind.
"You're not a disciple of Netherworld Hall! You just secretly learned one of their Secret Skills. Lin Hao, you actually dare to provoke Netherworld Hall? You're a dead man!" Xin Li exclaimed, his expression turning excited.
On the Celestial Yang Continent, no one dared to offend Netherworld Hall, because there was only one outcome for doing so: death!
Still, there was no answer.
