First-class Hall had been destroyed overnight a few months ago, burned to ashes by a great fire.
As time passed, various versions of the story began to circulate.
Some said that First-class Hall was haunted, that after committing many wrongs, it was set ablaze by a vengeful female ghost seeking retribution.
Others claimed that heaven and the people were angry with First-class Hall, and that heavenly retribution came in the form of a thunderbolt that wiped them out.
There were even rumors that a high-level person from First-class Hall, in the midst of lovemaking, accidentally knocked over a candle, setting the entire First-class Hall ablaze.
Ever since First-class Hall was destroyed, even the people living nearby would rather take a detour than pass by the place.
As soon as it got dark, the once lively area would shut down its lights in an instant.
Even if it meant cooking in the dark, people would rather not turn on the lights.
A dozen embarrassed figures, burly and towering like giants, with evil Qi emanating from them, leapt in and charged into the midst of First-class Hall.
After a few flashes, they slipped into a secret passage.
On the rooftop of a hotel opposite First-class Hall.
Zhang Xiaohao, wearing a black suit and the mask of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, looked down coldly in that direction.
"First-class Hall? Interesting! Wouldn’t have guessed these rats would be hiding here. If I hadn’t been prepared, I might’ve wracked my brain out without ever considering they’d be in First-class Hall," snickered Zhang Xiaohao coldly.
Half an hour earlier.
Rushing out of the villa, Zhang Xiaohao had followed his instincts and the sensation from a fly somewhere in the dark, tracking it all the way here by stepping with the Twelve Heavenly Steps.
"Hmph! Since I’m here, it’s time to settle accounts! It’s time to resolve this matter," said Zhang Xiaohao, brimming with killing intent.
After speaking, he leapt from the top of the ten-plus-story hotel, charging straight down below.
In a few flashes, his figure descended into the night, reappearing in the main courtyard of First-class Hall.
His mighty Soul Power swept the area, centered on First-class Hall, identifying over a dozen hidden sentries in both the light and the shadows.
"I’ll start with you guys then," said Zhang Xiaohao to himself with a cold laugh.
With a quick movement, he flew towards the closest sentry.
One minute later, Zhang Xiaohao appeared silently behind two of them.
Two blond foreigners hid in the bushes, elegantly smoking Zhonghua cigarettes, chatting away.
"Man, the madam has been missing this long, and with only this few of us, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack," said Foreigner A.
"Right! And the madam is so beautiful, too. Even now in her forties, she looks as radiant as girls in their twenties. With her wandering around here in Huaxia, someone might whisk her away any night to be a trophy wife and claim some glory for their country," added Foreigner B.
"If it were me! Alone with the madam across the vast ocean, I’d definitely do the same. No second thoughts, just do it first and then talk! Even if it means death, it’s worth another day of pleasure," chimed in Foreigner A.
"Have you heard? Originally, the Family Head wasn’t planning on sending anyone over! But under great pressure from the Roland Family, he couldn’t resist and finally dispatched the Supreme Third Elder!", mentioned Foreigner B.
"Yeah, I heard about that too. They say the First Lady and Second Lady didn’t agree at first! It was only after the Roland Family offered a handsome deal that the two ladies consented," replied Foreigner A.
"Speaking of those three ladies, the First and Second Ladies are the most beautiful. That hourglass figure, those enchanting features, tsk tsk, a night with them, and I’d die content in this life," fantasized Foreigner B.
"Haha! You can jack off to the photos of those two ladies!" suggested Foreigner A.
"I wish! But I don’t have any!" lamented Foreigner B with a sad face.
"Twenty thousand US dollars apiece, and those are the sexy ones! Want to buy some? I can sell you a few when we get back," whispered Foreigner A mysteriously.
Their shifty eyes glanced around and stopped at Zhang Xiaohao, who stood in front of them, looking amused.
He was just about to cry out in alarm. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Zhang Xiaohao gave a faint tap with two fingers, silently slaying both men.
"Hmm? Has that golden-haired woman disappeared? Who exactly did this?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously to himself.
Thinking back to the events of that night, it seemed that there had been a mysterious figure lurking behind their battle all along!
If the golden-haired woman had indeed disappeared, it must be related to that person.
But then, how did this group of foreigners find Bai Xue Company?
The more he thought, the more confused Zhang Xiaohao’s mind became.
With a piercing gaze, he looked underground and thought coldly that finding the so-called Supreme Third Elder seemed to be the only way to uncover the truth of the matter.
A gust of night wind blew, and Zhang Xiaohao’s figure had disappeared from his original spot.
When he reappeared, he was already at the next guard post.
All the visible and hidden sentries near First-class Hall had been taken care of.
With a sweep of his Soul Power, he found the entrance to the underground passage.
Zhang Xiaohao lightly tapped his foot and, after a few flashes, appeared in the garden.
He reached out to open the door to the underground passage.
Just then, the door to the underground passage unexpectedly opened from the inside.
A golden-haired elder with a bastard-like scowl on his face walked out from inside.
As their eyes met, the golden-haired elder quickly realized what was happening.
"Ah! Who are you?" the golden-haired elder bellowed.
As his voice faded, a dozen or so foreigners quickly rushed out of the underground passage.
These were the same people who had provoked Bai Xue Company earlier.
In an instant, they surrounded Zhang Xiaohao in a circle, all looking at him with a threatening aura.
"That’s a question I should be asking you!" said Zhang Xiaohao coldly.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" the golden-haired elder asked, puzzled.
"Want to know? Go ask King Yan yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao declared with murderous intent.
He tapped his foot and charged up swiftly.
Without displaying any martial arts, he relied solely on the strength of his physical body, brutally sweeping across with simplicity and violence.
With each punch and kick, accompanied by a strong sound of breaking air, he hammered their heads.
He blasted them into a heap of crushed flesh.
To the dozen or so foreigners, who seemed fierce, Zhang Xiaohao was simply unstoppable.
In less than three breaths.
Zhang Xiaohao stopped, and where the dozen or so foreigners had stood, now laid only cold corpses.
The night breeze blew, wafting out a rich scent of blood.
"Vermin! You’ve got some nerve! To dare run wild here, it doesn’t matter who you are! After I capture you, I will make sure you have no place to be buried!" the golden-haired elder snarled viciously.