"Ah! How is this possible? This is something Second Master created using countless precious treasures from heaven and earth, along with the blood of many precious beasts! Even a martial artist at the Void Transformation Realm, with their full strength, wouldn’t be able to break their defense! You’re just a minor martial artist at the Control Realm, how could you possibly break their defense?"
Seeing this scene, the Golden Leader’s eyes widened as he shouted in disbelief.
"I’ve already told you, no one is perfect, let alone these defective products!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a curl of his lip.
"What do you mean?" the Golden Leader asked, suppressing his anger.
"Use your pig brain to think about it! It must be that your so-called Second Master forgot some kind of material during the refining process, hmm, and that’s how these defective products were freshly made." Zhang Xiaohao said with a shrug.
"Is that really the case?" the Golden Leader asked skeptically.
"Why don’t you give it a try?" suggested Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmph! Brat, give back Zhu’s blade!" the Golden Leader demanded coldly.
"Are you asking for your pig-slaughtering knife? Here, take it!" said Zhang Xiaohao.
Casually, he threw the pig-slaughtering knife over.
The knife traced a beautiful arc in the air, plunging to the ground like a bolt of lightning.
"Ah! Damn brat, just you wait for Zhu! I will surely skin you alive!" the Golden Leader roared in rage. Newest update provıded by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
He stomped hard on the ground with his right foot, using the power of the earth to rebound, and reached out his right hand to grab the falling pig-slaughtering knife.
"Now is the moment!" Zhang Xiaohao thought to himself.
From his eyes shot two cold lights, and with the Twelve Heavenly Steps, he turned into a ghostly figure, charging forward.
"Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist!"
He swung his right fist, and a massive surge of True Qi frantically filled his arm.
A gigantic gold fist aura, carrying immense power to tear through the air, slammed viciously towards the airborne Golden Leader.
"Ah! Curse you, you dare to trick me!" the Golden Leader bellowed.
Forsaking the pig-slaughtering knife, he flipped his right hand and delivered a fierce slap.
A wild palm force erupted, crushing everything with absolute dominance, and blasted towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Both the attack and the person—before the domineering power of the Emperor Dominating Heaven Fist—the Golden Leader was pulverized into a rain of blood, leaving not even scraps behind.
Zhang Xiaohao swiftly grabbed the black small bell in his hand.
With a flicker, he lightly landed on the ground.
"Ah! My lord, what is this?" Qing Mian rushed over and asked.
"Are you stupid? So many Death Guards, thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, even if I could kill them, I would probably be exhausted! Why lift a finger when you can solve something by speaking?" Zhang Xiaohao said, rolling his eyes.
"Ah! My lord, killing those four looked as easy as slicing melons just now," Qing Mian questioned.
"That’s because I cultivated a mighty physical body training technique, bursting with Divine Power! It was only by catching them off guard that I could kill all four of them! Otherwise, if that fat pig leader had realized and directed the remaining Death Guards to attack together, even if I could defeat them, it wouldn’t be a quick matter," explained Zhang Xiaohao.
Just then, the group of Death Guards opposite them suddenly started to move.
Each holding a Hundred-refined Steel Blade, they advanced toward Zhang Xiaohao and his companion mechanically.
"Ah! My lord, they’re coming!" said Qing Mian, alarmed.
"So what if they’re coming? What is there to be afraid of? Watch me," said Zhang Xiaohao, full of bravado.
He took a step forward, grasped the black small bell, and shook it vigorously.
As Zhang Xiaohao’s voice fell, the group of Death Guards suddenly came to a halt.
"Did you see that? That’s strategy! You, my friend, need to learn a bit more," Zhang Xiaohao said.
After finishing speaking, he picked up the several Hundred-Refined Steel Blades lying on the ground.
These were all treasures! If there came a day when he was short on money again, he could just sell them.
"Let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded with a domineering wave of his hand, leading the group of Death Guards with a murderous air towards the valley.
Whenever they encountered a few scattered Independent Martial Practitioners, with an order, he directly controlled the Death Guards to hack them to death, then collected the treasures they dropped.
Zhang Xiaohao and the group of Death Guards stopped outside the valley.
To be precise, they were stopped by a person wearing a diamond mask.
Behind the person with the diamond mask stood five elders, radiating a violent and bloodthirsty aura, their heads completely bald.
Their eyes were blood-red, devoid of any sense, seemingly another group whose consciousness had been forcefully erased by a Secret Technique.
"Eh! You’re back so soon?" the person with the diamond mask said suspiciously.
His gaze swept lightly over the group of Death Guards.
The Death Guards were like mutes, no one answering him; they just kept walking towards him with Hundred-Refined Steel Blades in their hands.
"Damn it! Zhu Leader, come the hell out!" the person with the diamond mask roared.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, still no one responded to him.
"Damn it! Still playing hide and seek with me? I’m giving you three breaths’ time, and if you don’t show yourself! Later, I will skin you alive!" the person with the diamond mask said angrily.
The sound of the black bells rang out.
"Kill!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.
As his voice fell, the Death Guards in front of him immediately sprang into action.
They stomped on the ground, their bodies shooting forward like straight arrows, violently charging at the person with the diamond mask.
"Scoundrel! Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Daring to attack me, Five Sons United Demon, go have a good time with them!" the person with the diamond mask bellowed furiously.
He flipped his hand over, and also took out a black bell.
The black bell jingled, and the five elders standing behind him stepped forward rapidly, joining the fray.
Their withered fists, simple and brutish, burst forth with a power comparable to that of Early Void Transformation Realm Martial Artists.
They brought a whooshing breakthrough the air, forming a Five Elements Array, and cooperated with each other to bombard the forty-five Death Guards.
The two sides clashed fiercely, metal clashing upon metal echoing loudly.
For a moment, the Death Guards and the Five Sons United Demon were equally matched.
"Huh? Who are you? And where’s that dead pig with the surname Zhu?" the person with the diamond mask asked, puzzled.
"He left a message for you!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"What message?" the person with the diamond mask asked.
"He said he’s lonely down there and told you to hurry up and join him!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous look.
With a single tap of his foot on the ground, he rushed forward rapidly, using the Twelve Heavenly Steps.
His right hand gripped the unsheathed Fish Intestine Sword, slashing fiercely forward.