A dark cloud swept in from outside the city.
The person might not appear directly to kill.
After all, there was a protective aura around the city, and entering it recklessly would be dangerous.
So, Jiang Hao flew to the outside to let his enemy find him.
He appeared in front of the dark cloud.
The opponent seemed somewhat surprised.
At that moment, a young woman stared fiercely from out of the dark cloud. She looked as though she wanted to tear him apart.
The power of curses swept out like a hurricane.
"You murderer!" she roared. "Why did you kill my grandson?"
"Who is your grandson?" Jiang Hao asked.
"Yin Pingjiang. He was special," said the woman.
Jiang Hao shook his head. "Sorry. I don't know him."
"His golden wheel is in your hands. Isn't that true?"
"I bought it."
"No, you killed him! You'll pay with your life."
Jiang Hao was quite helpless. This person was truly mad.