Silence.
Only the howling of the wind and sand, and within the sandstorm, the eerie voices like ten thousand ghosts wailing echoed between heaven and earth.
At the inn's entrance, those with their eyes wide open staring ahead, shivered one by one following Lin Hao's decisive action.
No one expected the Earthling with seemingly unimpressive cultivation to actually hammer to death a half-step Great Emperor at the edge of the sandstorm.
Now, they finally realized that Lin Hao was pretending to be weak to entrap a strong foe; a half-step Great Emperor, so easily had his head smashed.
If a fight had broken out earlier inside this inn, no one knew what the outcome would have been.
Many people felt a chill down their spines, thankful that they had restrained themselves earlier; otherwise, they would be the ones dead now.
However, more people looked on with cold expressions, merely hoping Lin Hao would die beneath the sandstorm.
