Zhang Xiaohao tapped his foot and had already left the room.
Zhang Xiaohao stood on the eaves like a specter, his presence faint.
He saw everything these bouncing Jokers were up to.
"The few of you, sneak in from the back and kill anyone on sight! Leave no survivors," the leader in black instructed.
"Yes, Lord!" Several men in black responded respectfully.
Clutching their cold blades, they moved towards the back of the villa with murderous intent.
Zhang Xiaohao’s face showed a cold smile as he flipped his hand and pulled out a deck of playing cards.
With a flick of his right hand, six playing cards, glowing faintly, shot out swiftly from his palm.
Six successive sounds of impact rang out as all six playing cards struck the temples of the six men in black.
With reluctance, the six men in black met their demise and fell to the ground.
"Who dares? Come out here!" the leader of the men in black yelled coldly.
Clutching their weapons, they stood guard with frosty vigilance.
"You’ve got some nerve, coming to my territory to run wild," Zhang Xiaohao taunted with a sneer.
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"Ah! It’s you!" the leader in black exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, you recognize me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked curiously.
"You little rat, even if you turned to ashes, I would still recognize you!" the leader in black said excitedly.
"Is that so? Let’s hear it," Zhang Xiaohao said, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Seeing as you’re about to die, I’ll do you a favor and tell you! That way, when King Yan asks you below, you won’t be a clueless ghost," the leader in black said coldly.
"You do love to babble!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Listen up, you wretch, your name is now worth a fortune at the Assassins’ Guild. Whoever sends you to your doom, bringing in your head, will receive a billion US dollars as a hefty bounty!" the leader in black stated coldly.
"A billion US dollars? Those white dogs really hold me in high esteem, offering so much to have me killed! It’s got me thinking about taking my own head there to claim that billion dollars," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Hmph! Listen well, you brat. I am giving you two options!" the leader of the men in black said, his eyes shifting.
"Really? Let’s hear them," Zhang Xiaohao said with interest.
"First option, surrender without resistance, and let us take your head to the Assassins’ Guild to claim the bounty," the leader in black stated.
"And the second option?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"The second option, once I personally take action, everyone in this villa will be slaughtered without mercy!" the leader in black declared with murderous intent.
"I have a choice for you too. Would you like to hear it?" Zhang Xiaohao asked playfully.
"Speak!" the leader in black demanded.
"Take your own lives! I’ll leave your corpses intact," Zhang Xiaohao stated earnestly.
"Damn! You little pest, daring to play with me! You’re seeking death," the leader in black roared furiously.
"Yes, I think so too. You’ll never see the sun rise again," Zhang Xiaohao stated coldly.
"Haha! That’s simply hilarious; we have over twenty people here, each one a Body Tempering Realm expert. Dealing with a piece of trash like you is as easy as flipping a hand!" the leader in black laughed wildly.
"Really! So these are the so-called experts in your book? They’re nothing much!" Zhang Xiaohao said, pointing at the six bodies on the ground.
"You filthy brat, you’re seeking death! I swear, I’ll have everyone in this villa hacked to pieces, leaving none alive! Kill them!" the leader in black roared with murderous intent.
As his words fell, the group of men in black, holding their cold blades, surged forward with murderous intent.
"Thousand Army Slash!"
Over twenty cold blades, deploying the same martial technique, harshly struck at Zhang Xiaohao from bizarre twisting angles.
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly snorted.
In his hand, a deck of playing cards flashed, as over twenty cards shot out from his palm rapidly.
Carrying the force of thunder, they pierced into the temples of these black-clad assailants charging at him.
One after another, the sound of bodies hitting the ground erupted.
The battle ignited swiftly, and ended just as quickly, in less than a breath, everyone except for the leader of the black-clad men was killed.
"No! It’s impossible! They can’t be dead!" Seeing this scene, the lead black-clad man exclaimed in shock and anger.
"Are you stupid? In the face of absolute power, nothing is impossible," Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"Hmph! They must have just fainted! Yes, that’s it! I now command you all, get up!" the black-clad man roared, his eyes red.
Zhang Xiaohao delivered a fierce slap to his face, the tremendous force knocking out two of his front teeth.
The body of the black-clad man staggered back three steps under this powerful blow.
"Ah! You shameless brat! Clearly possessing skills of the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet pretending to be a weakling from the Body Tempering Realm, you... you’re despicable!" the black-clad man shouted fiercely.
"Are you brain-dead? Should I have notified you before killing you, telling you I’m a master?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted sharply.
"Hmph! Even if you possess the abilities of the Foundation Establishment Realm, you must die tonight!" the black-clad man declared menacingly.
"Do you even qualify?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"I’ll have you know that I’m also a powerhouse of the Foundation Establishment Realm! And I am at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. How about that, are you scared now?" the black-clad man boasted arrogantly.
"Sorry! There’s never been such a word as ’fear’ in my dictionary," Zhang Xiaohao stated plainly.
"Big talker! Die, you damn kid. That billion US Dollars is mine now!" the black-clad man threatened murderously.
With a stomp of his foot and wielding the Hundred Refinement Cold Blade, he charged fiercely.
"Cross Refining Thousand Army Slash!"
A massive crescent blade light ferociously aimed for Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
"Break!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
With a palm strike, without employing any special martial technique,
a layer of golden light swirled around his palm, directly catching the incoming blade light.
"What? Impossible!" the black-clad man screamed in terror.
"In this world, nothing is impossible; you just haven’t reached that level yet!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
With a forceful squeeze of his palm!
Ruthlessly, he crushed the cold blade, holding the shards, directed them towards his neck.
"Ah! Elder, save me..."
As the blade shards drew closer, the black-clad man yelled desperately.
"Gu Feng my nephew, rest easy! Once you’re dead, that billion US Dollars will be mine. Don’t worry, I will avenge you," an elderly voice sounded in the night.
With a heavy sense of reluctance, the head of the black-clad man soared into the air, falling to the ground.
Throwing down the blade shards.
Zhang Xiaohao stood indifferently, looking toward the elder figure approaching through the darkness.