"You are all useless!" The youth coldly spat out the four words, his eyes locked on Lin Hao, simmering with hatred.
"Lin Hao, do you still recognize me?" the youth asked, gritting his teeth and enunciating each word.
Lin Hao nodded. "Of course I do."
The youth's lips parted, just about to speak, when he heard Lin Hao say matter-of-factly, "Your name is Wu Yong."
Wu Yong. Useless!
The youth's breath hitched. His grip on the silver spear tightened abruptly, veins bulging on his hand.
The hatred in his eyes flared as he snarled with a savage expression, "I am Wu Zhen!"
'Seriously? When I was killing those guys earlier, he didn't even flinch. I really thought he was useless. I guess his name is Wu Zhen after all.' Lin Hao completely disregarded him, muttering to himself.
"You...!" Wu Zhen trembled with rage, his face twisted in a grimace. He leveled his silver spear at Lin Hao. "You little bastard, do you remember what happened five years ago at Skybreak Mountain?!"
