"Ah!" A scream like that of a pig being slaughtered immediately erupted from the mouth of the burly man.
"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao growled low.
His black sword swept forward, fiercely beheading the man!
"Damn you! How dare you kill my companion, pay with your life!" the remaining vicious burly man roared.
He frantically stimulated the True Qi within his body, launching an assault towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Think you can kill me? Are you worthy?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
Displaying the Yang Family sword technique, he slashed wildly, his sharp Sword Energy fiercely cleaving towards the man’s face.
"Break!" the vicious burly man bellowed.
He frantically operated his palm strength, attacking the incoming black sword.
A flash of Sword Energy from top to bottom, directly bisected the man in two.
"Sigh! With such meager strength, you still dare to come looking for trouble, this is what you get!" Zhang Xiaohao spoke disdainfully.
He turned his gaze toward the White-clothed Young Master’s battle group.
There, the White-clothed Young Master was executing a fierce sword technique, encircling the other two vicious burly men like a raging storm.
The fierce Sword Energy followed one after another, chopping down at the two men.
Under the White-clothed Young Master’s fierce sword technique, the two could only barely defend themselves.
Perhaps sensing Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze, the White-clothed Young Master had also had enough.
"Die!" he snorted coldly.
With his black sword, he made a domineering chop, trapping both men and with a swish, swish, swish, delivered consecutive strikes, directly mutilating them into a mess of flesh.
"Heh." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.
He then withdrew his gaze, gripping the black sword as he charged back into the fray.
The black sword whirled, its Sword Energy slashing like a Gale Storm Palm, striking upon the bodies of the thirty-three sub-sect disciples.
Wherever the Sword Energy passed, no one could withstand Zhang Xiaohao’s domineering strike; they were all slaughtered.
With Zhang Xiaohao and White-clothed Young Master’s assistance, under their leadership,
Although the thirty-three sub-sect disciples were numerous and powerful, they were simply not enough to slaughter!
In just ten short minutes, several hundred men were mostly slaughtered, and those who saw the bad turn of events fled.
Just then, the burly man was blasted away by the one-eyed elder’s powerful attack, smashing a huge pit into the ground.
With a retching sound, he spat out a mouthful of old blood, and it seemed his death was not far.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Take, take this! From now on, you are the new leader of the Black Guard! You must kill all the traitorous scum of the thirty-three sub-sects!" the burly man said laboriously.
He had hardly finished speaking.
With his eyes closing, he was completely dead.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless, but he still took the Black Tiger Token.
"Subordinates pay respects to the Commander!" Seeing this scene, the surrounding men in black respectfully said.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless again.
He had come to kill, but by accident, he had become the new leader of the Black Guard.
"Hmph! You two scum have a lot of nerve! How dare you slaughter my men, you deserve death!" the one-eyed elder said murderously.
"Old Dog! Does your mother know how arrogant you are?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged nonchalantly.
He casually tucked the Black Tiger Token into his chest pocket.
"What do you mean?" The one-eyed elder asked, confused.
"Didn’t your mother tell you?" Zhang Xiaohao said with feigned surprise.
"Scoundrel! What do you mean by that?" the one-eyed elder roared furiously.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Zhang Xiaohao said teasingly.
"Speak!" the one-eyed elder spat out through clenched teeth.
"Your mother asked me to tell you that you were just a drop of liquid she picked up from the ground!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
"Ah! Damn you, how dare you mock me, die!" the one-eyed elder raged.
With a stamp of his foot, he charged furiously towards Zhang Xiaohao.
His two withered palms rolled, bringing with them ferocious palm strength as they bombarded Zhang Xiaohao.
"So you’re getting angry out of embarrassment? Old Dog, your skill at maintaining composure really is lacking!" Zhang Xiaohao said, shaking his head in disdain.
"Yang Family Sword Technique!"
Holding the black longsword, he slashed horizontally, and the brilliant sword energy, carrying a formidable tearing force, sliced onto the oncoming palms of the one-eyed elder.
A powerful wave of energy erupted from the point of their clash.
Without Zhang Xiaohao using any of his trump cards, the two of them fought to a draw upon their first exchange.
"Eh! You actually blocked it. Old Dog, you do have some strength!" Zhang Xiaohao feigned surprise as he spoke.
"Damn you! How dare you continue to insult me, die!" The one-eyed elder roared furiously.
The two withered palms, overbearingly swiped forward.
They swept out one wave stronger than the last, like a boundless misty rain, forcefully bombarding towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Giving you some face and you’re now thinking of opening a dye shop?" Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.
Black radiance flowed over his arms, and suddenly, an explosive force circulated within his body.
"Break for me!" Zhang Xiaohao bellowed.
Grasping the black longsword in both hands, he violently cleaved through the air.
Under the supreme Divine Power of the Netherworld Demon Body, his attack broke through the one-eyed elder’s onslaught, and the blade’s momentum, unimpaired, split him into two halves.
"Lord is mighty! Lord is domineering! Lord is unrivaled in the world!" Seeing this, the surrounding men in black clothes shouted with respectful admiration.
"Heh heh." Zhang Xiaohao gave a faint smile.
Enjoying the flattery from this group of Black Guard members.
Just then, a spectacular firework shot into the sky, bursting into dazzling brilliance in the air. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Commander, something big has happened," a man in black urgently said.
Zhang Xiaohao shifted his gaze back from the sky.
"What’s the matter?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"The traitorous curs of the thirty-three major sub-branches have already begun their all-out onslaught on the headquarters. The signal flare just now was set off by the headquarters calling for reinforcements!" the man in black explained.
"So the battle has already started?" Zhang Xiaohao thought with a cold smirk.
Facing the expectant gazes of the group in black.
With a commanding sweep of his right hand, and narrowing his eyes, he said,
"All units, charge with me!"
Having said this, Zhang Xiaohao sprang off, leading the Black Guard towards the White Tiger Sect headquarters.
The closer they got to the headquarters, the more intense the fighting became.
The forces of the thirty-three major sub-branches were rapidly encircling and attacking the disciples of the White Tiger Sect headquarters.
Zhang Xiaohao and his men, like a sharp sword, forcibly carved a bloody path through the numerous surrounding enemies, charging towards the headquarters of the White Tiger Sect.
Members of the Black Guard scattered around had, unintentionally, all been rallied by Zhang Xiaohao.