"Useless thing!" the lion-nosed man cursed, swung his arm to grab the double-barreled shotgun in the hands of the person next to him, raised his hand and shot Han Xiaohan in the head twice.
Gunshots rang out, and everyone looked up to find Han Xiaohan. The venue was empty, and there was no trace of him. "Ah?" Several people screamed and couldn't help looking around.
"Friend, your bullets are not fast enough!" Just as the lion-nosed man was looking around for Han Xiaohan's trace, a cold voice came from above his head. This voice was very serious. He felt his blood speed up and his heart beat faster than his throat. He hurriedly took two steps forward and looked up. He did not see Han Xiaohan, but saw a cloud of black fog covering his head.
So fast! So fast that before he could even see what it was, the black fog was less than half a foot away from his head. The lion-nosed man reacted very quickly. Without a second thought, he threw away his face and rolled on the ground. He rolled two meters away, using the momentum of the roll. He climbed up using his hands and feet. Looking back, Han Xiaohan was standing in his previous position with a smile on his face. His black coat was open and fluttering in the wind. The black shadow was obviously his coat that was spread out when he fell. "My friend, you are so fast!"
The old man with the lion nose turned red. He shouted: "Brothers, come together, everyone will be rewarded for killing Han Xiaohan. If we can't kill him, none of us will survive!"
If what he said was true, and Han Xiaohan could be killed, then the world would be at peace and everything would be fine. But if he could not be killed and he escaped, then he would not be able to die in his hands. No one could pass the level of Emperor Dantian either. After hearing his words, everyone temporarily suppressed their fear of him, rushed forward, and trapped him in the middle. Only one person did not step forward, but quietly retreated. The thin middle-aged man had seen Han Xiaohan's casual attack just now. He was more certain of his thoughts. Compared with Han Xiaohan, these people were simply worlds apart. They wanted to die, but he did not. The Emperor of Heaven was scary, but after all, he was too far away from him, so his fear of him was relatively empty. But Han Xiaohan was standing in front of him, and that fear came from his heart. It was real. He thought he was a smart man, so he didn't want to take risks easily, but he never thought that there was a pair of sinister green eyes staring at him fiercely in the dark.
The lion-nosed man threw away his hunting rifle and drew his sword. The sword was wide and thick, shiny and glossy, with two blood grooves running through the blade. He shook the sword in his hand and shouted, "Go, what are you waiting for, come on!" "Yes!" Everyone answered straightforwardly, but their feet did not move. They waved their weapons repeatedly, but no one stepped forward to attack.
They were not the people Han Xiaohan was looking for, and he didn't have time to bother with these people. He chuckled and strode towards the man with the lion nose.
The men who were standing between the two of them saw him coming towards them, their faces changed drastically, their waists bent, their weapons pointed directly at Han Xiaohan, but their feet unconsciously stepped back.
"Damn it, he's as cowardly as a mouse, he might as well die!" The lion-nosed man yelled angrily, and stabbed the man who was retreating towards him. The man never thought that he would attack his own man from behind. Even when the knife hit him, he still looked confused, struggling from behind, howling, and pounced on Han Xiaohan with a blood mist.