From the outside, Zhang Xiaohao looked like a Demon God returning from hell.
Countless evil qi shot out from his body, spiraling towards the night sky.
In the face of this powerful evil qi, the night sky darkened, and the surrounding temperature imdiately dropped by dozens of degrees.
"Good! Good! Good! Really, it’s satisfyingly good. I’ve been searching for you for a whole month, this elder almost ran my legs off, but I didn’t expect to encounter you here, truly good! You little scoundrel, as long as I kill you, I’ll have the opportunity to enter the supre secret realm of my Nether Pool Sword Sect. So tonight, this elder is determined to kill you! I’ll exchange your head for my chance to break through to the hegemony of the Luotian Realm!" Hei Wusha arrogantly said.
With that, he waved his right hand.
"What are you all standing around for? Attack them together and kill those two! Whoever brings their heads, I will take them as my closed-door disciple! I’ll bestow ten bottles of low grade Xuan-grade pills and one Earth-grade top-grade cultivation thod! If I discover anyone dares to slack, this elder won’t mind personally executing them!" Hei Wusha said with murderous intent.
"Yes, elder!!!" the surrounding disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect respectfully responded.
One by one, their eyes glead, looking at Zhang Xiaohao so fervently, as if they wished to swallow him whole.
Clang clang clang!!!
Countless weapons clanged, echoing sounds like tal on tal.
Over a hundred elite disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect, each holding cold, bright weapons, walked forward coldly, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao and Xu Tianxing. An overwhelming evil qi erupted from them, pressing down on Zhang Xiaohao and Xu Tianxing.
The disciples brought by the elder duo of Hei Wusha and Bai Wusha were all elite disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect.
The lowest level cultivators were in the Early Control Realm, and there were supre experts of the Void Transformation Realm, even Heaven and Earth Great Powers of the Cycle Palace Realm.
The treasures were tempting, but no one was foolish enough to act first. Cold eyes watched Zhang Xiaohao and Xu Tianxing, observing them as if searching for weaknesses to strike them down in one blow.
"Young master, I’ll hold them off here, you quickly escape!" Xu Tianxing said with a grave expression.
So many strong enemies encircled the two of them, with terrifying montum, wave after wave, pressing down furiously.
Had it not been for his robust deanor, soone else would have likely surrendered under such overwhelming pressure.
Speaking thus, Xu Tianxing stepped forward, standing in front of Zhang Xiaohao.
"You stand down! Hold onto your suit and watch from the side. No matter how many of this trash co, they’re nothing in my eyes!!!" Zhang Xiaohao said arrogantly.
"Yes, young master! Young master, be cautious." Xu Tianxing replied.
With that, he picked up his suit again and stood to the side, arms crossed, watching for entertainnt.
"Hmph! You pack of worthless beings, why are you hesitating? So many of you against these two little scoundrels, are you still afraid to make a move? Hurry and attack, kill those two brats for this elder!" Bai Wusha snarled ominously.
"Yes, elder!!!" the disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect answered respectfully.
Imdiately, each one stepped forward, with a terrifying aura exploding from within them, nacingly approaching Zhang Xiaohao.
The cold, bright light of blades aid directly at Zhang Xiaohao.
Suddenly, a disciple of the Nether Pool Sword Sect’s eyes flashed with vicious light, roaring, "Die, you little brat!!!"
With that, he took a step, quickly charging forward, using martial footwork techniques.
His black long sword swung forcefully forward, the night sky filled with brilliant blade light, one after another, stirring up fierce gales, ruthlessly slashing toward Zhang Xiaohao’s vital points.
His movent seed to pull certain strings in others’ minds.
More than half of the other Nether Pool Sword Sect’s disciples had eyes flashing viciously, looking at Zhang Xiaohao as if eyeing a priceless treasure, shooting fiery flares from their gazes.
"Leave the head for !"
"Little brat, go die!"
"Damn brat, take my sword!"
Seeing them cry out furiously one by one.
Seventy to eighty disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect charged, weapons in hand, brutally slashing toward Zhang Xiaohao, unleashing all kinds of powerful martial arts techniques from their palms, aiming to slice Zhang Xiaohao.
They seed so eager, afraid the next mont would see soone else take Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
"I’ve been holding in a rage all week! I’m never one for trouble, and to think it keeps coming one after another! Even destroying my company! You all truly deserve death!!!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly, eyes narrowing.
Whoosh!!!
With his words, the terrifying evil qi condensed completely, forming a blood-red hurricane around his body. The entire hurricane, three feet high, fiercely emanated a blade-sharp aura.
"Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist——Suppress!!!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly snorted.
Like an unparalleled demon god from hell itself, his voice devoid of any emotion.
His right fist flicked, releasing a terrifying golden glow from behind him, a colossal Emperor’s illusion erged from the void.
As Zhang Xiaohao’s right fist punched out, the Emperor’s illusion swiftly spun and rged into his body.
In an instant, golden and black glow intersected and flickered.
A terrifying might erupted from Zhang Xiaohao’s arm, carrying a repressing force capable of subduing the ancient past, pressing on the seventy to eighty disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect charging forward.
"Ah!!!"
Bang!!!
So of the weaker disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect were crushed under Zhang Xiaohao’s overwhelming montum.
One by one, they let out chilling screams, their bodies crushed into a mist of blood, falling onto the ground.
A ten-zhang large, terrifying golden fist beam traveled, leaving space quaking, the world echoing with sounds of clashing tal and iron, pressing onto those Nether Pool Sword Sect disciples charging forward.
Crack crack crack!!!
"Ah ah ah..."
As Zhang Xiaohao’s terrifying punch landed, all the disciples blocking ahead were killed, their chilling screams becoming their last echoes in this world.
Seventy to eighty disciples of the Nether Pool Sword Sect who charged, all were suppressed before Zhang Xiaohao’s fist beam.
Boom!!!
The ground shook, a massive pit dozens of feet deep blasted open.
Dust flew wildly, scattering everywhere around.
"You all are truly too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.
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