"Xiaohao, how is Old Sun?" Mr. Cheng asked.
A group of eyes all fell on Zhang Xiaohao.
"A minor issue, don’t worry! Once I deal with the current troubles, I will help Old Sun restore his damaged Dantian," Zhang Xiaohao said confidently.
"Brother-in-law, with the Dantian destroyed, are you really sure you can heal it?" Cheng Qingsu asked.
Being a cultivator herself, she knew more than Cheng Tianxue and the others.
"Yeah, Xiaohao, can Old Sun’s condition really be cured?" Cheng Tianxue asked.
"Rest assured! Just because others can’t, doesn’t mean I can’t! Who am I? I am Zhang Xiaohao! Not to mention the Dantian, even if there’s only a half breath left, without my permission, not even King Yan dares to take him!" Zhang Xiaohao declared aggressively.
"I’ll go out for a bit and take care of those guys outside."
"Mm-hm," Cheng Tianxue and the others nodded.
Then, everyone began to move, cleaning up the messy hall.
Zhang Xiaohao grabbed Triangular Eyes by the hair, dragging him out of the villa.
With a swing of his arm, he brutally smashed him onto the ground.
"Ah!" Triangular Eyes screamed in pain. Tears were almost spilling out.
Zhang Xiaohao once again kicked up into the air, brutally stamping on his jewels.
He crushed them into a bloody pulp, with the red traces of blood and pieces of flesh spilling into the crotch of Triangular Eyes’ pants.
"Ah..." A scream like that of a slaughtered pig burst forth from his mouth.
"That’s too much for you to handle? The real show has just begun!" Zhang Xiaohao said, his face darkening.
His right foot stomped down again, on his face this time, immediately stuffing the screams back into Triangular Eyes’ throat.
He approached the remaining eight disciples.
By now, they had come to their senses.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao approaching, they all showed fear, pressing their hands on the ground, and frantically retreating backward in terror.
"You, you said you’d let me go! You have to keep your word!" the disciple who had informed on them from the Chen Martial Arts Hall said in fear.
"Don’t worry! I won’t kill you. I’m expecting you to deliver a message to that Old Dog!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a hint of amusement.
"You can leave if you want to! But you must leave something behind," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Ah! What, what are you going to do?" the disciple said in panic.
"What do you think the Cheng Family is? A place you can come and go as you please? After showing off, you should always leave something behind!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous aura.
"Ah! Don’t, don’t mess—" Before he could finish his word "around."
Zhang Xiaohao’s foot moved, and he was already beside him.
A fierce smile flashed across his face, and with a lightning-fast grab, he caught the disciple’s arm and forcefully twisted it!
"Ah..." A miserable cry came out of the disciple’s mouth immediately.
His entire right arm was violently torn off by Zhang Xiaohao, causing him to roll on the ground in agony like a dying dog.
"Shut up! Otherwise, I’ll kill you!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.
With that shout from Zhang Xiaohao, the guy immediately urinated out of fear and dared not utter another word.
"Listen well, go back and deliver a message to those two dogs at the Chen Martial Arts Hall! Tell him and that little wench to clean themselves and wait for me, I will come to slaughter them tomorrow!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"I, I’ve got it!" the disciple said in terror.
"What are you still standing there for? Get out of here!" Zhang Xiaohao barked.
"Ah! Can I really go now?" the disciple hesitated.
"If you don’t want to leave, you can stay!" Zhang Xiaohao said, squinting his eyes.
"No! No, don’t! I’m rolling out of here right now!" the disciple said.
Having said that, he scrambled up from the ground and frantically rolled towards the outside. In a moment, he had vanished from sight.
"Now it’s your turn!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
"Ah! Have mercy, My Lord! None of this has anything to do with me! It was all the doing of the eldest disciple brother, I beg you, please let me go!"
The remaining disciples of Chen Martial Arts Hall, seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s indifferent gaze, were all scared to the point of wetting themselves and knelt on the ground, continuously begging for mercy.
"Let you go? When you were being outrageous at the Cheng Family villa, why didn’t you think about letting them go?" Zhang Xiaohao said with murderous intent.
With a grasp of his hand, the Shennong True Qi burst forth, condensing into a giant golden hand that grabbed the seven of them along with Triangular Eyes, and with a push of his feet, he shot off into the night.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped by the small river three miles outside the villa.
With a flick of his hand, he violently smashed the eight of them onto the ground.
"Ah..." Screams like those of a butchered pig immediately came from the mouths of the eight people.
"Shatter!" Zhang Xiaohao growled in a low voice.
His right foot stomped hard on the ground, the supreme Divine Power erupted, directly blowing a giant crater that was seven to eight meters deep and more than ten meters long into the ground.
Withdrawing his foot, Zhang Xiaohao looked indifferently at the eight animals in front of him.
"All of you get in!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered coldly.
"Ah! Lord, what are you going to do?"
"Lord, we truly know we were wrong, we beg you to let us go like a fart!"
"Have mercy, My Lord! I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for and a newborn at home who can barely cry, if I die , they would be left adrift in the world."
A group of Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples sobbed and begged for mercy with snot and tears.
"If begging for mercy worked, there wouldn’t be so many bad guys in the world!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
With a grasp of his hand, the Shennong True Qi transformed into a giant golden hand, and he growled, "Get in there!"
He grabbed the bodies of the eight people and threw them all into the deep pit.
"Ah! Have mercy, My Lord! I truly made a mistake..."
Feeling the threat of death, these Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples begged for mercy in panic. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"You know fear now? It’s too late!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly and ruthlessly.
With a push of his feet, his figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already at a four-meter-high mound.
The Netherworld Demon Body activated, and Shennong True Qi erupted.
"Lift!" Zhang Xiaohao roared fiercely.
Two black hands grabbed the four-meter-high mound. The supreme Divine Power erupted, directly lifting the mound overhead.
Carrying it above his head, he walked towards the large pit.
"Ah! My Lord, please don’t..."
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao did not wait for them to finish their plea, his eyes turning cold.
With a forceful motion of his arms, he hurled the four-meter-high mound in his hands.
The mound, carrying furious power, crashed down onto the heads of the group of Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples.
The ground shook violently, emitting a massive booming sound.
Directly crushing the group of Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples into a pulp!
All sound, along with the rising dust, ceased completely.