A flash of blue light.
Four figures burst out of the wall like lightning.
Boom!
As soon as Zhang Xiaohao and his group erged, the entrance wall of the relic collapsed directly.
Within monts, it was thoroughly destroyed.
Hearing the huge commotion over here, the disciples of the thirty-three major sub-branches who were stationed outside rushed over imdiately, gripping their sword handles, their murderous intent surging as they charged toward this side.
"Who are you? Where is our Squad Leader?"
Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao and the four of them, the disciples of the thirty-three major sub-branches asked coldly.
"Brother Bai, you must be feeling quite frustrated! Leave these fellows to you to vent your anger," Zhang Xiaohao said casually.
"Thank you," the White-clothed Young Master said.
Anyone who lay in the relic like a mummy, unable to move, would feel suffocated with resentnt.
Bang!
The White-clothed Young Master roughly threw the Black Dragon Saint Heir to the ground, then with a push from his feet, he charged up violently.
"Go to hell!" roared the White-clothed Young Master.
Drawing a spear from his side, with a flick of his wrist, he produced a dozen spear shadows.
A tyrannical Jiao Long erupted from the black spear, and frantically surged into the crowd.
Ah...
Screams of agony burst from the mouths of these disciples of the thirty-three sub-branches.
Under the relentless slaughter of the White-clothed Young Master, a single thrust resulted in the death of more than half of them.
Even though there were over a thousand of these disciples, they were nothing in front of the White-clothed Young Master.
Blood was splattered, and fragnts of flesh were everywhere.
In just ten short minutes.
Under the frenzied onslaught of the White-clothed Young Master, the surviving disciples of the thirty-three sub-branches were all cleanly slain.
Putting away the black spear, the White-clothed Young Master walked up with a smile.
"Feeling better?" asked Zhang Xiaohao with a smile.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang," the White-clothed Young Master said.
"Now that you’ve had so fun, let’s take care of serious business!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Alright," the White-clothed Young Master nodded.
He picked up the Black Dragon Saint Heir and followed behind Zhang Xiaohao, heading toward the forbidden grounds behind the mountain of the White Tiger Sect.
An hour later.
The treasures that the White Tiger Sect had accumulated over hundreds of years were all evenly divided between Zhang Xiaohao and the other person.
Standing outside the mountain range, looking at the White Tiger Sect, which had collapsed into ruins.
"Brother Zhang, what do you plan to do with the Black Dragon Saint Heir?" the White-clothed Young Master asked.
"I’ve already examined his injuries just now. His head has suffered a severe blow! Even after his injuries have healed, there will be huge hidden dangers here," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He pointed to his own head.
"Brother Zhang, are you saying he might beco an imbecile?" the White-clothed Young Master asked.
"Imbecile might be a bit of an exaggeration, but his IQ is probably around that of a three-year-old! I guess there’s little chance for him to recover in this lifeti," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Ah! Zhang Xiaohao, since you are so capable, I beg you, you must cure Black Dragon!" Saintess Hua Yan said urgently.
"Eh! You seem quite concerned about him," Zhang Xiaohao said teasingly.
"Hmph! Our relationship isn’t what you imagine! He treats as a senior sister, and I treat him as a junior brother! I swear, if I’m hiding anything, may the heavens strike with five thunders and may I be struck dead the mont I step outside!" Hua Yan said urgently.
"Why are you so nervous? I was just asking casually," Zhang Xiaohao said with a shrug.
"You, you jerk! Please, I’m begging you, save him, will you?" the Saintess Hua Yan pleaded desperately.
"Why should I save him?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"I, I... I’ve been with you, I’m your woman! He’s my junior brother, and also your junior brother, so you must save him!" the Saintess Hua Yan implored urgently.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless.
"I’m already your woman now, I beg you, for my sake, please save him?" the Saintess Hua Yan begged again.
"Sigh! Then I’ll give it a try," Zhang Xiaohao said reluctantly.
He put down the Saintess Hua Yan and walked over to the Black Dragon Saint Heir.
True Qi condensed into a thread, entering his brain, carefully examining his condition.
Under Zhang Xiaohao’s investigation, the neural pathways in the Black Dragon Saint Heir’s brain were almost in chaos, randomly intertwined.
"Sigh!" Zhang Xiaohao sighed and withdrew the True Qi.
"Zhang Xiaohao, how is Black Dragon doing?" the Saintess Hua Yan asked anxiously.
"His condition is not just serious," Zhang Xiaohao said, frowning.
"I’m begging you, no matter what, you have to cure him! I don’t owe anyone anything over the years, except for him! I’m already your woman now, you’re my man, so you have to help pay back what I owe!" the Saintess Hua Yan said.
"..."
Such a powerful reason left Zhang Xiaohao speechless.
"Well, to tell you the truth, his condition is very critical, to cure him, it’ll take a lot of ti," Zhang Xiaohao mused.
"How long might it take?" the Saintess Hua Yan asked.
"If it goes well, maybe ten or eight years; if not, possibly thirty to fifty years, or even a hundred or two hundred years, or even longer! Before that, he’ll have the intelligence of a three-year-old at most," Zhang Xiaohao said solemnly.
"Ah! That long?" the Saintess Hua Yan exclaid urgently.
"Mmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded gravely.
"Isn’t there any other way?" the Saintess Hua Yan said insistently.
"Unless..."
"Unless what?" the Saintess Hua Yan imdiately asked before Zhang Xiaohao could finish.
"Unless we find the legendary sacred artifacts, the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus, the Heart Without Tears, and the Purification Heavenly Water! Only by gathering these three sacred artifacts and combining them with a secret technique from our sect can I be completely sure of healing his injuries and restoring his chaotic nerves. Otherwise, even a Daluo Immortal descending to the mortal realm would be helpless!" Zhang Xiaohao asserted gravely.
"Really? Are you saying that if I find these three sacred artifacts, you can cure Black Dragon?" the Saintess Hua Yan asked.
"Mmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Good! I’ll start looking for these three sacred artifacts right now," the Saintess Hua Yan declared solemnly.
"Sigh!"
"Why the sigh?" the Saintess Hua Yan asked.
"One day as husband and wife grants the grace of a hundred days. In consideration of our brief union, I’ll help you out once more! I already have the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus, and I also know the whereabouts of the Heart Without Tears. You just need to find the Purification Heavenly Water, and I’ll be able to heal him!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"What? You already have the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus? And you know where the Heart Without Tears is? Is this true?" the Saintess Hua Yan asked excitedly.
"Mmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded firmly.
"Tell where the Heart Without Tears is, and I’ll go get it right now!" the Saintess Hua Yan said.
"Forget it, the Heart Without Tears isn’t sothing you can obtain. Even if you mobilized the entire force of Vermilion Bird Gate, you might not be able to get it! Wait for a while, and I’ll get it for you!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He thought to himself resignedly that indeed, won aren’t to be trifled with; once you’re with one, you take responsibility.
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