The vintage-dressed man didn't even have time to react before Qin Hao kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into the villa.
Crash, bang, clang.
The room was filled with noise, and without looking, one would know it was a total mess.
"Are you crazy? Do you know who he is?" Zhu Jun was startled, not expecting Qin Hao to strike as soon as he spoke.
"Is he the Kunlun Sect Leader? Or the Shushan Sword Master? Or perhaps the Shaolin Abbot? Even if it were them in front of me, I'd still strike as soon as I say so. Could his status possibly be higher than these three?" Qin Hao sneered.
Zhu Jun fell silent, knowing that the three mentioned held high statuses in the martial arts world and certainly were not comparable to a man in vintage dress.
Qin Hao had the credentials to make such a statement, with his Innate Golden Core, enough to start his own sect.
