Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City

Lin Hao had to be looked up to, yet he was not even given a glance, let alone caring about what Lin Hao said, and he continued smoking.

Deeply inhaling a breath of smoke, he slowly said: "Kid, based on you..."

"Slap!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Lin Hao had already made his move, slapping him across the face:

"Time’s up, you have no right to speak!"

"You dare..."

"Slap!"

The man with the beard tried to say something else, but Lin Hao backhanded him another slap.

A resounding and crisp slap, an unstoppable force emerged, striking the bearded man’s face.

His face was deformed, directly slapped away, along with the armchair, both tumbling onto the floor.