“Who on earth are you?” Shouted the people of the Rain Clan. A large crowd of onlookers had gathered around, and they did not want to be a laughingstock.
By then, the streets were packed with people who began to contemplate on what was happening. The Rain Clan truly had lousy luck, having their gate smashed twice. It really was an unlucky year.
“Save your words. No matter where you come from, the things you’ve done are too sinful to let go. You will die here!” The yell almost sounded hysterical.
The Rain Clan had never suffered so much loss, and yet the provocations just kept on coming today.
A sneer emerged from the corner of Shi Hao’s mouth. The Rain Clan had always acted in a dominating manner during the past few years, but the problems they faced in succession lately must have put them on edge.
