Just at this moment, he seemed to hear a faint rumbling of thunder in his ears. Then, suddenly, a breath of divine power covered his face. He stiffly raised his head, only to see a clean, long hand hovering just an inch away from his face.
"Move one more time, and I'll make sure you stay in bed for a month!"
At this moment, Huang Hao didn't dare to move a single bit, large drops of cold sweat started sliding down from his forehead.
He swallowed hard, his eyes kept darting around, after a long struggle, he said bitterly:
"I, I, I concede!"
The moment Huang Hao uttered these words, he felt a sudden relief throughout his body. The aura that had felt like shackles instantly vanished as if it had never existed.
By this time, he knew well that he had encountered a master. To him, Lin Chen's strength was far beyond the fourth level of a Martial Artist.
Huang Hao couldn't help but cup his hands and said with a wry smile:
