"Hmm, I’m free now, so it’s the perfect opportunity to give you a couple of tips! Alright, attack me with your strongest move," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"My lord, are you sure?" Sun Dafu asked.
"Just go ahead and strike with all your might," Zhang Xiaohao said domineeringly.
"If that’s the case, then I shall offend," Sun Dafu said.
At that moment, with a flip of his palm, an overwhelming surge of True Qi burst forth from within his body.
"Azure Darkness Great Handprint!"
As Sun Dafu roared, a terrifying azure palm stirred up massive winds and clouds, crashing towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmm, not bad! The power has indeed improved quite a bit compared to before," Zhang Xiaohao casually praised.
Watching as Sun Dafu’s Azure Darkness Great Handprint drew closer and closer.
Zhang Xiaohao’s face showed not a trace of panic.
"Soul Shield!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
A sweep of Soul Power solidified a protective barrier around him, shielding his entire person.
Indifferently standing with hands clasped behind his back, he stood on the spot, exuding an aura of disdain for the world and a domineering attitude of unrivalled overbearance.
"I beg your pardon, my lord!" Sun Dafu roared.
The furious azure handprint thundered onto Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
To be precise, it thundered onto the surface of Zhang Xiaohao’s body, where it was blocked by the Soul Shield.
The tremendous rebound force burst from the Soul Shield.
It sent Sun Dafu flying backward for over a dozen meters before he finally came to a stop.
This was still with Zhang Xiaohao deliberately controlling his power; otherwise, under this strike, Sun Dafu would have been seriously injured if not dead.
"Sigh, Old Sun, you’re too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao said, shaking his head.
"My lord, I won’t admit defeat so easily! Let’s go again," Sun Dafu said with determination.
He lightly tapped his foot on the ground and rushed quickly towards Zhang Xiaohao.
With a dominant sweep of his palms, the terrifying Azure Darkness Great Handprint bombarded Zhang Xiaohao relentlessly.
"Soul Solidification!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
The mighty Soul Power, under his control, transformed into strands of black rope that dropped from the sky like surprise attack troops, binding around Sun Dafu’s body.
Instantly, it shattered Sun Dafu’s attack.
Sun Dafu’s body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Old Sun! You still have a long way to go in your training," Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
"My lord, I understand now. You’re not just giving me guidance; you’re using me to hone your skills," Sun Dafu said with a wry smile.
"Heh, it’s a bit of both! Alright, you can go now," Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
With a beckoning of his right hand, he released Sun Dafu from the Soul Solidification.
"I shall take my leave, my lord!" Sun Dafu said respectfully.
Having said that, he turned and entered the villa.
Zhang Xiaohao walked over to the pavilion, sat down on a stone bench, and stared coldly at the half moon in the night sky.
Recalling the scene that occurred yesterday,
from the sound of it, White Tiger Sect seems to have undergone a major catastrophe.
The Sect Leader, the Vice Sect Leader, and a host of core figures all died suddenly in one night.
The Hua Saintess said they died from cultivation deviation, but not only does Zhang Xiaohao not believe it, even a three-year-old child wouldn’t believe such a superficial explanation.
It’s possible for one person to suffer from cultivation deviation. The path of martial arts becomes increasingly difficult the further one progresses!
No one can guarantee a smooth cultivation experience.
It’s possible that one day, the Heart Demon takes over, and you die from cultivation deviation during practice!
The idea of a collective cultivation deviation is simply laughable!
Unless they suddenly died and someone wanted to manipulate things in the dark, they might deliberately spin it that way.
Thinking back to what else the Hua Saintess said,
using my head to ascend the throne of the Sect Leader.
It seems that White Tiger Sect is already in the throes of internal strife!
"Strike while the iron is hot, take their lives! If you don’t remove the roots when you cut the grass, the spring breeze will blow and it will grow again! Since you dare to use me to establish your power, I will wipe out your sect!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a flash of cold light in his eyes and a murderous aura.
Before the second wave of White Tiger Sect’s forces arrives, he must uproot the entire sect as quickly as possible.
Taking out his special-made phone, Zhang Xiaohao flipped to a number.
With a smirk, wondering if that guy is currently bringing glory to the country.
With a tap of his finger, he hit the call button.
The phone rang for a while before it was answered.
"Brother Zhang, why are you calling me instead of spending time with your wife in the middle of the night?" came the voice of the White-clothed Young Master from the other end of the line. The source of this content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
In the background, the faint sound of a woman’s voice could be heard.
Zhang Xiaohao had a good memory and instantly recognized the owner of that voice—it was the R-country woman, Xianxian, whom the White-clothed Young Master had conquered with his might in the palace.
"Do you think everyone is like you, always trying to bring glory to the country? Aren’t you afraid of working yourself to death?" Zhang Xiaohao joked.
"Haha... We cultivators are indeed defying the heavens and wrestling fate itself! If one only cultivates and buries oneself in hard work, sooner or later the Heart Demon will appear! When it’s time to enjoy life, you should enjoy it promptly. This is called balancing work and pleasure. Besides, I get to bring glory to the country as well, why not do it?" the White-clothed Young Master laughed and replied.
"Haha... Well said! We cultivators are indeed defying the heavens and wrestling fate! If you retreat out of fear, what kind of man would you be?" Zhang Xiaohao declared arrogantly.
"Uh! Brother Zhang, if I may be so bold to say, you haven’t been provoked by your sister-in-law, have you?" the White-clothed Young Master tentatively asked.
"Nonsense! It’s you who have been provoked!" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and retorted.
"I have a deal for you this time, and I’m not sure if you’re interested?"
"Really? Brother Zhang, that doesn’t sound like you! You’re always one to seize every opportunity, even a single blade of grass can’t escape your touch. Would any good deal come my way?" the White-clothed Young Master teased.
"Enough with the nonsense! Can’t you stop slandering me? When dealing with friends, I, Zhang Xiaohao, have never been stingy! When dealing with enemies, if I’m not tough on them, should I wait for them to come and kill me?" Zhang Xiaohao replied irritably.
"Well, tell me! What’s the matter this time, Brother Zhang?" the White-clothed Young Master asked.
"With the intelligence capability of Bai Xiaosheng, you must already know about the White Tiger Sect, right?" Zhang Xiaohao got straight to the point.
"Hmm, I do know a bit! The Sect Leader of the White Tiger Sect and a bunch of Vice Sect Leaders seem to have found a mysterious cave entrance within their sect. When they emerged the next day, they all died violently!"
"There’s also some bad news. The remaining thirty-four branch halls, along with those Saint Heirs and Supreme Elders of the sect, are wagering your head to compete for the position of Sect Leader! They’ve sworn that whoever gets your head first will be the next Sect Leader of White Tiger Sect!"
"It’s said that the Hua Saintess, ranked third in combat among the ten Great Saints and Holy Daughters, has already taken the elite force that was trained in the dark to Nanhua City," the White-clothed Young Master revealed everything he knew.