The blade was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through hair as it floated in the breeze.
It was placed right in front of Lin Hao, seemingly mocking him.
Meanwhile, everyone inside the inn was watching this direction, many sneering continuously, while others seemed to regret letting the burly man take the lead.
"What, looks like you want me to make a move?" The burly man sneered, "Do you know who I am? If I have to make a move…"
"Ahahaha!! Haha!"
Before the burly man could finish his words, suddenly, from outside the inn, a long laugh was heard.
The laugh was heart-pounding and chilling, as if lifting one's heart and placing it on the edge of a precipitous cliff.
The robust laughter carried an indescribable killing intent.
Almost subconsciously, everyone turned their heads to look outside, even the burly man who was about to chop Lin Hao's head froze and looked outside.
From the Desert, a lonely trail of smoke; across the long river, the sun sets in full circle.
