An exaggerated scene unfolded.
The little one still had its eyes closed, as if they were never ant to open.
It rushed toward the flesh and blood on the ground.
It opened its disproportionately large mouth and took a fierce inhale.
A massive suction burst forth from its mouth.
The flesh on the ground visibly sped toward its body at a rapid pace.
"Roar!"
The little one seed dissatisfied with the speed and let out a low growl.
The suction imdiately doubled.
In less than three minutes, countless pieces of flesh were devoured by it.
"Aweso! It was worth feeding it three Blood Sacrifice Fruits," Zhang Xiaohao said, giving a thumbs up.
Plop!
As soon as his words fell, the little one embarrassingly fell to the ground.
"Ugh! This damn dog, is it breaking down again?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and comnted.
With a light step, he rushed to its side and picked it up from the ground.
After a thorough check to ensure it wasn’t suffering from indigestion or any other mishaps, he tucked it back into his embrace.
"Old Dog, I’m already here. How much longer do you plan to hide?" Zhang Xiaohao stood and called out coldly.
His voice, bolstered by True Qi, swiftly spread in all directions.
In the forbidden area of the backyard of Guan Martial Arts Hall.
In a luxurious room, Guan Yijian and his grandsons stood in a corner like simpering dogs.
By his sides sat two influential figures.
On the wall between them hung a giant screen.
In the image.
Zhang Xiaohao stood indifferent, with his hands behind his back. His eyes, scornful of the world, seed to say, re clowns who dare hide in the shadows, I could exterminate you with a re fart.
"Elders, this little beast is too arrogant, I will go and slaughter him now!" Guan Yijian said with a grim face.
"The items I entrusted to you, how are they prepared?" the middle-aged man on the right asked coldly.
"Elder, the items you entrusted to have all been set up properly," Guan Yijian respectfully replied.
"Hmm, then release them," the middle-aged man ordered indifferently.
"As you command, elder!" Guan Yijian responded respectfully.
He slapped his palm casually against the wall.
Segnts of dark black pipes shot out from the walls around Guan Martial Arts Hall.
In just a mont, these dark black pipes appeared everywhere within the hall.
At the Martial Arts Arena.
Zhang Xiaohao was startled as he looked around at these suddenly erged dark black pipes.
In his mind, he puzzled over what kind of trick Guan Yijian, the Old Dog, was playing.
Shhh!
Streams of gray-yellow gas quickly sprayed out from these dark black pipes.
In just a mont, the gray-yellow gas completely enveloped Guan Martial Arts Hall.
From the outside, the hall appeared to be situated in a world of gray-yellow.
A pungent, foul sll wafted from the gas.
It moved toward Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
"Damn! I wondered what it was. Turns out it’s deadly poison. You three old rats from Guan Martial Arts Hall really revere , risking such a severe poison that seals the throat upon contact and ensures death upon inhalation! Hehe, but you’ve miscalculated. Even if this poison were ten or a hundred tis stronger, it still wouldn’t affect in the slightest," Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.
However, this feeling of being ambushed was extrely displeasing to him.
"You like hiding, don’t you? I really want to see how long you can keep it up," Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
He walked over to where the cars of Guan Martial Arts Hall were parked.
With a palm strike, he smashed the luxurious and expensive sedans and sports cars, and extracted their fuel tanks.
Holding a fuel tank, Zhang Xiaohao’s face showed a cold smile.
With a leap, after a few flashes, he sprinkled the oil from the tanks all over the Guan Martial Arts Hall.
Imdiately after, he took out a lighter.
Snorting coldly, he ignited the lighter and tossed it onto the spilled gasoline.
Shzla!
Fire t gasoline much like a dry-witted man ets a lady.
The fierce flas burst into vigorous life.
In just a mont.
A raging fire enveloped the entire Guan Martial Arts Hall.
Boom, boom, boom...
Sounds of collapsing buildings resounded as the vast Guan Martial Arts Hall was reduced to ruins under the ferocious fire.
Zhang Xiaohao stood indifferently in the Martial Arts Arena, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle.
No matter how fierce the surrounding flas were, they couldn’t even singe a corner of his clothing.
Before they even reached him, it seed as though an invisible force whisked the flas away.
"Guan Martial Arts Hall’s three rats, I’m asking you again, are you coming out or not?" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.
Boom!
"Insolent brat, you’ve gone too far!"
A frenzied roar sounded, followed by an explosion at the forbidden area in the backyard of the Guan Martial Arts Hall; dozens of figures burst out.
In a few swift moves, these figures landed in front of Zhang Xiaohao.
Standing in the middle was none other than Guan Yijian, the old hall master of Guan Martial Arts Hall, along with his beloved son, grandson, and a group of other key figures.
On the left.
Dressed in the attire of Yellow Wind Sect, led by a middle-aged man.
On the right, clad in black robes with the three delicate characters of Refining God Sect embroidered over the chest, led by an elderly man with white hair.
"Old Dog, I thought you were going to hide in your rat holes forever. How does it feel to be burned, not so pleasant, is it?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"Hmph! Insolent kid, no matter how sharp your tongue, you’re undoubtedly going to die today," Guan Yijian sneered.
"Ah! Old Dog, I truly pity you!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.
"What do you an?" Guan Yijian asked, puzzled.
"To have lived so long, nearly one foot in the coffin, yet to have no credibility at all, tell , do you have any sha?" Zhang Xiaohao spoke earnestly.
"Haha! You’re making laugh," Guan Yijian roared with laughter.
"Insolent little man, have you not heard that all is fair in war?"
"Don’t tell that all of you are planning to face alone," Zhang Xiaohao said, touching his nose.
"Haha! You guessed right, all of us are indeed planning to face you alone," Guan Yijian said proudly.
"I’ve seen shaless people, but never soone as shaless as you. No wonder your Guan Martial Arts Hall involves itself in such despicable and dirty deeds," Zhang Xiaohao rebuked.
"Are you scared now, boy? Scared witless?" Guan Yijian taunted.
"Scared? Not at all. The word ’fear’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary!" Zhang Xiaohao declared confidently.
"Hmph! Still dare to talk tough when death is at your doorstep, rest assured! I will treat you well, letting you experience the fate of Bone Rubbing and Muscle Splitting," Guan Yijian said nacingly.
"Grandfather, don’t waste words on this beast. Just smash his balls and let him taste what it’s like to be an eunuch," Guan Binfei yelled.
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