"They’re coming! Be careful, there are even more of them this time! Even though they are suppressed by the ’Seven Insects, Seven Powders’, we must not underestimate them," Zhang Xiaohao’s expression suddenly changed as he warned.
"Yes, sir!" Qing Mian responded.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As their voices fell, successive sounds of cutting through the air arose.
One after another, figures wearing masks charged crazily towards them under the influence of the Array.
In just a dozen breaths of time.
Almost all the warriors attending this auction had arrived.
A dense crowd, nearly a hundred strong.
Under the detection of Zhang Xiaohao’s Soul Power, there were even a few late-stage Void Transformation Realm powerhouses among them.
The rest were mostly at the early stage of Void Transformation Realm, or peak warriors of the Hundred Veins Realm.
"Who are you? Why block my path?" an old man wearing a Golden Dragon mask coldly demanded as he stepped forward.
He was one of those late-stage Void Transformation Realm fighters.
As he spoke, the group of warriors behind him moved as if by telepathy, stepping in unison and subtly encircling Zhang Xiaohao and his companion.
"Your killers!" Zhang Xiaohao stated coldly.
"Who sent you?" the man in the Golden Dragon mask asked again.
"Old man, you sure talk too much!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmph! You filthy brat, you’re seeking death! Just with the two of you, you want to slay us? Don’t make me laugh till my teeth fall out! Open your eyes and take a good look at how many of us there are. Look at your side. Even if we each spat a single mouthful of water, we could drown you alive!" the man in the Golden Dragon mask arrogantly declared.
"When facing absolute power, what use is a greater number? You’re still going to die all the same!" Zhang Xiaohao declared murderously.
"Haha... Such big words. I want to see how you two are going to slay all of us," the man in the Golden Dragon mask arrogantly said.
"As you wish!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He waved his palm dominantly.
"Kill!" Zhang Xiaohao roared lowly.
Wild killing intent exploded from within him in an instant, overcasting the group opposite.
With a single tap of his foot on the ground, he turned into a bolt of lightning and charged swiftly forward.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique!" Holding the Fish Intestine Sword, he fiercely slashed forward.
A massive, chilling sword beam brutally cut towards the front.
"Humph! A mere Martial Artist at the Control Realm dares to act wild before me, seeking death!"
"If I don’t show my power, do they really think they rule? It’s simply laughable!"
"You damn brat, die!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao charging to attack, the group of Independent Martial Practitioners shouted one after another.
They all drew their weapons, and without wasting any time, unleashed their combat techniques. Dazzling True Qi shimmered, accompanied by sharp sword lights, saber beams, and the like, bombing towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Just as their attacks were about to collide...
At that moment, successive screams suddenly burst out from the mouths of those warriors.
The sword light fell, directly slaying the dozen or so Independent Martial Practitioners who had rushed forward.
Countless sprays of blood and torn flesh scattered from the air to the ground.
Zhang Xiaohao held the Fish Intestine Sword with one hand, coldly watching the remaining group of Independent Martial Practitioners on the opposite side.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze coming their way, those who were cowardly subconsciously moved backward.
"You brat, what exactly did you do to them?" the man in the Golden Dragon mask asked with a grave voice.
"Want to know?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly, with a sneer.
"Speak up! I’ll grant you a swift end," the man in the Golden Dragon mask coldly demanded.
"Haha! Want to know? Go ask King Yan after you descend!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a sky-high killing intent.
As his words fell, Qing Mian charged forth once again.
Zhang Xiaohao touched his left hand on the Fish Intestine Sword, and blood dyed the sword red, instantly unsealing it.
The blade of the Fish Intestine Sword trembled as if sensing the incoming slaughter, erupting with a strong sense of joy.
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted coldly.
A mighty flow of True Qi poured into the Fish Intestine Sword.
With a flash of the Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique, a three-zhang-long sword light slashed tyrannically towards the group of independent martial practitioners ahead.
"This brat is tricky; everyone, be careful!" the person with the Golden Dragon mask warned.
Before his words ended, the massive sword light in Zhang Xiaohao’s hand had already chopped down.
Immediately, over a dozen slow-reacting independent martial practitioners were blasted into pieces.
"This brat is too arrogant. Let’s all attack together, kill him for me!"
"With the situation as it is, there’s no point in hiding any longer. Us few in the late stage of the Void Transformation Realm will handle this brat. The others take care of that guy with the Qing Mian mask."
Very quickly, the remaining independent martial practitioners had clearly divided their tasks.
The four in the late stage of the Void Transformation Realm soared through the air, charging at Zhang Xiaohao from all directions.
The remaining dozens of loose cultivators all rushed towards Qing Mian. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Netherworld King’s Handprint!"
"Crack Eagle Divine Claw!"
"Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber!"
"One Character Sword Technique!"
The four late-stage Void Transformation Realm experts all roared out, unleashing their strongest attacks. In a moment, a massive momentum burst forth from their hands.
They pressed down on Zhang Xiaohao with tremendous force, brutally.
"You four old dogs, die!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered disdainfully.
The face hidden beneath the Great Sage Equalling Heaven mask bore a cold smile.
He pressed down on the Fish Intestine Sword fiercely, and a terrifyingly white sword light, ten zhang long, slashed towards the four late-stage Void Transformation Realm experts.
"Ah! What’s happening?"
"You despicable brat! You actually poisoned us!"
Suddenly, four voices filled with shock and fear came from the mouths of the elders.
As the poison took effect, they let out pained cries, immediately circulating their True Qi to suppress the deadly poison of the Seven Worms Seven Powders.
Their attacks faltered and their power sharply decreased—significantly so.
The tyrannical sword light flashed, breaking through all four of their attacks.
Zhang Xiaohao, holding the Fish Intestine Sword, pressed forward fiercely, sending four heads flying into the air.
Zhang Xiaohao quickly grasped with his hand, collecting all the Elixirs and other treasures from their bodies into the Shennong Ring.
The entire motion was fluid, completed in a moment’s notice.
After dealing with the four of them, Zhang Xiaohao turned back to survey the surrounding battle situation.
Even though the remaining majority of independent martial practitioners were all severely poisoned, the sheer numbers were too great, and each had their trump card.
A group of them attacked Qing Mian together, and he could only just manage to defend.
If the situation continued in this manner, without assistance, Qing Mian would probably not hold out for more than fifteen minutes.