His right foot kicked Number Two right in the groin, just like kicking into steel.
"Ah! My foot..." The Shabby Scholar cried out in pain.
He held his foot with both hands, hopping around there.
"Ah! You yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to ambush me! I’m going to kill you!" Number Two roared furiously.
Like a flash of lightning, he raised his fist and hurled it towards the Shabby Scholar’s head.
If this punch had landed, the Shabby Scholar would have been terribly injured if not dead.
At the critical moment, an invisible black Soul Power descended from the sky, condensing into a round shield in front of the Shabby Scholar.
The fist hit the Soul Shield, and though it seemed like it hit the air, a crisp sound echoed.
Under the strong force of the recoil, Number Two was like a kite with its string cut.
He rapidly retreated backwards, leaving deep footprints in the ground with each step, and only after retreating over a dozen steps did he finally stop.
His eyes narrowed, staring menacingly in the direction outside the crowd.
"Eh! I’m actually fine? Could it be that my luck has burst forth, sending this big fellow flying back?" the Shabby Scholar thought proudly.
Thinking this, the Shabby Scholar let out a low growl and charged at Number Two again.
A series of attacks crazily pounded on Number Two, producing crisp sounds.
But Number Two didn’t dare to move even a little.
He didn’t even dare to shift his gaze.
In his perception, he was locked on by a powerful presence, and any reckless movement would endanger his life!
"Who the hell is lurking in the darkness, playing tricks! Have the guts to come out here," the blond old man shouted coldly.
"You’ve got some nerve! Daring to run wild on my turf," a cold voice sounded from behind the crowd. Fresh chapters posted on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱
Following that, the surrounding crowd, as if separated by a powerful invisible force, started moving aside on their own towards both sides.
Zhang Xiaohao, accompanied by the Black Dragon Saint, both dressed in black suits, walked over calmly from outside.
"Ah! Mr. Zhang, you’re back!" Li Xiaolu and others exclaimed excitedly upon seeing him.
"Are you all okay?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
With a flick of his right hand, he sent streams of Shennong True Qi into the bodies of Li Xiaolu and the others.
"Mr. Zhang, we are fine!" Li Xiaolu and the others responded.
As the Shennong True Qi entered their bodies, their injuries immediately began to heal, and they quickly got up from the ground.
"How’s everything?" Zhang Xiaohao walked over to Qing Mian and asked.
"My lord, I apologize for causing you worry. I’m fine," Qing Mian replied.
"Open your mouth," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
Qing Mian nodded and opened his mouth. Zhang Xiaohao took out a blue Healing Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
He then held his arm and injected a few streams of Shennong True Qi into his body.
His right hand swiftly tapped a few crucial points on his chest, and after completing all this, he finally withdrew his hand.
He stared coldly at the blond old man and the group of foreigners.
"So, you are Zhang Xiaohao?" the blond old man asked, narrowing his eyes upon recognizing him.
"It seems you all came prepared!" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
He had already roughly guessed their identities.
Apart from the John family and the Ai Qingsi family from the United States, he couldn’t think of anyone else.
"Good! Very good! Truly excellent! You’ve finally deigned to show yourself!" the blond elder laughed heartily as he looked up to the sky.
The laughter soon subsided.
"Zhang Xiaohao, if you know what’s good for you, just come with me quietly! Otherwise, once this old man makes his move, not only will you suffer, but everyone around you will too!" the blond elder said with a cold face.
"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked playfully.
"Hmph! Yes, this old man is threatening you; what about it?" the blond elder said arrogantly.
"Those who have dared to threaten me are now nothing but cold corpses, and you will be no exception!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Oh really? This old man wants to see what capabilities you have to be so arrogant!" the blond elder retorted coldly.
He waved his hand imperiously.
"You guys, go and capture him! If anyone dares to interfere, kill without mercy!" the blond elder declared with murderous intent.
"Yes sir!" a group of foreigners responded respectfully.
Aside from the redhead standing beside the blonde elder, who did not move, all the others sprang into action, each with a menacing air, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao.
"Little Black, go bite them!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded indifferently.
He crossed his arms and stepped back, leaving the battlefield to Little Black.
Little Black, actually the Black Dragon Saint, though his intelligence had regressed to that of a three-year-old, his strength remained unchanged. Moreover, with the decline in intelligence, his strength did not decrease but instead increased, breaking through from the Peak of Void Transformation Realm to the Half-step Palace Realm Great Power.
"Mr. Zhang, this big fool, is he really up to it?" Li Xiaolu asked skeptically.
"No talking! Just watch your show quietly!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Little Black walked forward, still wearing that naive and blissfully foolish smile, indeed, a downright silly smile.
"Crap! A simpleton dares to act tough in front of us, that’s practically seeking death! Dealing with such a guy, I can crush him with one finger! Cover me, and watch how I go up and slaughter him!" one of the foreigners bragged loudly.
The other foreigners around him, hearing his words, secretly cursed their own slower speed, and having no choice, had to cover him from the side.
"Hehe." Seeing the man approaching, Little Black gave a foolish smile.
"Fuck! Yellow-skinned monkey, you dare to mock me; die!" the foreigner bellowed.
His right foot stomped heavily on the ground, charging towards Little Black like an arrow.
His right fist swept across, bringing a powerful gust of wind, and smashed violently toward Little Black’s head.
As the fist came ever closer to Little Black’s head, Little Black just stood there foolishly, not moving at all.
Seeing this, the foreigner’s face wore a smirk of triumph.
In that moment, he pressed his fist down even harder, increasing his strength and aiming directly for Little Black’s head.
The expected scene of a head bursting open didn’t happen.
Instead, the foreigner’s full-force punch was calmly caught in Little Black’s mouth, leaving him immobilized on the spot.
"What? This is impossible!" the foreigner cried out in disbelief.
"Hehe." Little Black grinned at him.
With a strong bite, he bit off the man’s fist alive.
"Agh!" A scream like that of a slaughtered pig immediately burst from the man’s mouth.
Before he could react, Little Black’s head violently slammed into him, with a deafening sound, hitting his head.