After doing all this, Zhang Xiaohao strode into the Guan Martial Arts Hall.
Just as he entered, a huge Formation instantly rose up, isolating the Guan Martial Arts Hall from the outside world.
The grey, misty aura surrounded everything faintly.
A solemn killing intent kept coming.
Zhang Xiaohao’s steps slightly paused, his lips curled in an amused smirk, and he looked disdainfully.
Then he continued to walk inside.
No sooner had Zhang Xiaohao reached the Martial Arts Arena than a deafening battle cry sounded from all directions.
Urgent footsteps quickly rang out from around.
Following that, a group of disciples wearing the white practice garments of the Guan Martial Arts Hall, holding cold, chilling swords, rapidly charged out from all sides, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao.
They formed six full circles; by the looks of it, there were at least one to two hundred people.
The crowd parted ways.
An old man with a crew cut and triangular eyes, dressed in a black suit, walked up coldly.
"Brat, you finally showed up, this old man has been waiting for you with such hardship!" the man with triangular eyes sneered.
"Is this how your Guan Martial Arts Hall treats its guests? Tell that old dog to roll out here," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
Standing there casually with his hands behind his back, he showed not the slightest hint of fear.
"Hmph! What a sharp-tongued brat, you think you can call the old hall master like that?" the man with triangular eyes sneered.
"Tsk! A bunch of spineless rats, I really pity you all!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head.
"What do you mean?" the man with triangular eyes sneered.
"You’ll die without knowing that you’ve become a tool used by others; your lives are indeed pitiful!" Zhang Xiaohao taunted.
"Hmph! Boasting shamelessly! Do you think you can kill us? That’s just a fool’s dream," the man with triangular eyes said scornfully.
"Whether it’s a dream or not, you’ll be clear on that soon enough," Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"Listen well, brat. I, the Vice Hall Master of the Guan Martial Arts Hall, Li Yuhang, will not change my name or my nature. If you end up below and King Yan asks, tell him it was Li Yuhang who killed you!" the man with triangular eyes sneered.
"Another one who overestimates himself!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"Hmph! Since you’re about to die, out of kindness, I will tell you! All I need is to slaughter you, to take revenge for the Tianyang father and son, and the old hall master will reward me with the Guan Family’s secret technique—Three Thousand Thunder Elements Hand! Once I master this profound martial skill, my strength will reach new heights!" Li Yuhang said proudly.
"What a shameless old dog! Is Three Thousand Thunder Elements Hand even yours to give away? It’s like you’re putting gold on your face! Do you not feel ashamed?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"At the brink of death, and you still dare to be so arrogant, I will fulfill you now!" Li Yuhang sneered.
With a tyrannical sweep of his palm, he said menacingly, "He who seizes his head, I shall take as my direct disciple, he who seizes his limbs, I shall take as a disciple, and those who injure him, I shall reward with a profound martial skill!"
Enamored by wealth and to attain the great fortune before them.
The group of disciples from the Guan Martial Arts Hall, with a murderous roar, charged with their weapons in hand, using their martial skills to kill Zhang Xiaohao.
"Yellow Spring Finger!"
Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly, his index finger flicked, and a massive force shot out from between his fingers.
He jabbed forward vigorously.
An unbelievable scene occurred, the dark finger force quickly penetrated the crowd. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥
It formed a straight line, and wherever the dark finger force passed,
The heads of those Guan Martial Arts Hall disciples exploded, leaving behind lifeless, headless corpses.
Zhang Xiaohao’s index finger flicked, and three consecutive finger forces shot out again.
Nearly two hundred disciples of Guan Martial Arts Hall were slaughtered upon first engagement.
Limbless torsos scattered all over, with mangled bodies everywhere on the ground.
The bright red blood was ubiquitous, and strangely enough, it seemed to be drawn by some force, flowing towards the ground below.
"What? Impossible! Even if they were pigs, you couldn’t have killed them all at once!"
Seeing this, Li Yuhang exclaimed in shock.
"What if they are even worse than pigs?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Hmph! If they’re worse than pigs, their deaths are of no consequence!" Li Yuhang said coldly.
"Alas! Your Guan Martial Arts Hall is really heartless! Treating your own disciples as less than human, anyone who joins you is seriously unlucky." Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmph! You little shit, even if you can kill them, what does it matter?" Li Yuhang sneered.
"Are you fucking retarded? What does it matter? Of course, it means I’ll keep on killing." Zhang Xiaohao cursed under his breath.
"You’re not qualified! Let me tell you the truth, I am a super strong practitioner in the Half-step Control Realm." Li Yuhang said proudly.
"Half-step Control Realm? Is that supposed to be impressive?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
With a cold snort from Li Yuhang, the formidable aura of the Half-step Control Realm burst forth from his body, rolling towards Zhang Xiaohao with crushing force.
Zhang Xiaohao still stood there, arms folded, his expression indifferent.
No matter how his aura clashed, Zhang Xiaohao’s body remained immovably still.
Not even the corner of his clothes fluttered.
"What? How is this possible? How could my aura pressure have no effect on you?" Li Yuhang yelled in disbelief.
"You’re so dumb, you fucking don’t believe it! Haven’t you ever heard that no matter how strong the wind blows, the core remains intact?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed again.
"What do you mean?" Li Yuhang asked, not understanding.
"Idiot! I’m messing with you." Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"You little beast, you’re seeking death!" Li Yuhang roared in anger.
His body flickered, like a hurricane, he swiftly charged towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Great Demon Suppressing Fist!"
The fist thundered out, glinting with golden light and carrying massive power, violently smashing towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
"The same old move, can’t you come up with something new?" Zhang Xiaohao said with disdain.
"Hmph! Enough to kill you." Li Yuhang sneered.
The technique rolled forward, its power growing even more ferocious, hammering towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.
As Li Yuhang’s Great Demon Suppressing Fist bore down, drawing ever nearer.
Zhang Xiaohao still stood calmly in place, and seeing this, Li Yuhang thought Zhang Xiaohao had been frightened stiff by him.
Proudly, he roared, "Die, you little beast!"
A hand calmly reached out and caught Li Yuhang’s thundering fist in its grasp.
"Old coot, you really aren’t much!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head and said.
"What? How could my full-powered Great Demon Suppressing Fist be caught by you? No! Impossible!" Li Yuhang shouted in alarm.
"Want to know how? Go ask King Yan!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
Gripping his fist, he twisted forcefully!
He disabled Li Yuhang’s arm, and with a burst of golden light from the fist, he furiously slammed it into Li Yuhang’s chest.
Li Yuhang’s body flew like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground and violently spewing out a mouthful of old blood.