Lin Hao laughed maniacally and kicked Feng Yunqi.
“Even if Jun Mohuang was still alive, she would kneel down respectfully before me. Don’t even dream about it!”
Recalling how he was frightened by Jun Mohuang a few days ago and didn’t dare to stand up for Jiang Hu and Zhang Qiang, Lin Hao felt aggrieved and stomped even harder.
Feng Yunqi was kicked repeatedly and vomited a large amount of blood. His chest hurt and even his breathing hurt, and he was speechless.
“Yo, why aren’t you saying anything! Weren’t you very arrogant just now? Continue!”
Lin Hao kept kicking Feng Yunqi’s chest.
The people from Zhiyun Pavilion gloated as they watched the show.
Jun Jianren and the others couldn’t help but feel lucky that they hadn’t followed Jun Mohuang back then.
Just as everyone thought that Feng Yunqi and the others were about to be beaten to death, a fiery figure rushed out of the entrance of the Lotus Realm.
Lin Hao, Jiang Hu, and Zhang Qiang’s men, who had been very arrogant just now, suddenly flew into the air in a parabola and fell heavily to the ground. Blood spewed from their mouths as they clutched their chests and groaned in pain.
“Who, who dares to ambush me! Come out and fight me openly!” Lin Hao’s chest was tight. He couldn’t be bothered to wipe the blood off the corner of his lips and looked around angrily.
Just as he finished speaking, his collar was pulled up by a small hand.
“Why didn’t I know that I would kneel down respectfully when I saw you? More importantly, why didn’t I know that I was dead?”
When the time came, Jun Mohuang was automatically teleported to the first level of the Lotus Realm. Before she walked out, she heard someone laughing arrogantly.
When she walked out, she saw Feng Yunqi and Wu Qianyong covered in blood and being beaten up by a group of people.
Jun Mohuang immediately understood what was going on.
She teleported behind these people and punched them several times.
Jun Mohuang walked up to Lin Hao and grabbed his collar. Her black jewel-like eyes were cold.
“You… You’re Jun Mohuang! You’re actually not dead!” Lin Hao looked up intuitively, the coldness in her eyes making him shiver.
He did not understand why the beautiful and weak girl in front of him had such a terrifying gaze.
“Yes.”
Jun Mohuang clenched her fists and covered them with a thick layer of spiritual energy before punching Lin Hao in the face.
“Pfft…”
Jun Mohuang did not show any mercy with her punch. Lin Hao’s jaw was dislocated and a few snow-white teeth were spewed out with blood.
Red plums kept blooming on the ground.
Jun Mohuang did not stop her punches.
Her small fists looked weak, but they were full of strength.
“Ah… You… Jun Mohuang, I’m from the Yao Family. How dare you hit me.”
Lin Hao’s vision turned dark from the beating. His ears were buzzing, and a few of his teeth were missing. He was panting as he spoke.
“I don’t care if you’re from the Yao Family or not. I’ll openly compete with you like you said. You can counter me right now.”
Jun Mohuang did not stop and punched Lin Hao’s jaw accurately.
“…You’ll… You’ll regret it!”
The strength of a profligate son like Lin Hao in the second stage of the Spirit Casting realm was accumulated by various pills and heavenly treasures. His combat experience was pitifully little.