"Fancy moves, but too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head.
"Ah! You dare to mock me, the Hall Master, as a woman! I will have you cut into a thousand pieces!" Chen Dabao roared with a ferocious expression.
With a tap of his foot, he charged furiously towards Zhang Xiaohao.
As his words fell, a golden protective membrane appeared over his body.
"Daluo Heaven Fist Technique!" Chen Dabao bellowed once again.
Two golden fists, fierce in their assault, surged forward. One after another, the embossed golden fists exploded from his knuckles, wildly unfurling across the sky, and with a dominating force, they slammed towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"Hmph! Break for me!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
The Netherworld Demon Body was unleashed, and streaks of black luster appeared on his body, making him look like a demon god from ancient times.
A terrifying aura emanated from within his body.
"Netherworld Three Fingers merge — War with the Ghosts and Gods on the Netherworld Path!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
With a flick of three fingers, three strands of deep black finger force rapidly fused at the tips.
A more colossal finger force burst forth, relentlessly hammering the skyful of fist radiance.
The black finger force ruthlessly struck the golden fist radiance, shattering all the false images.
It smashed into Chen Dabao’s fist, piercing through the surface and brutally opening up a huge hole.
"Ah!" A pig-like scream suddenly burst from Chen Dabao’s mouth.
Before he could react, Zhang Xiaohao’s other fist struck his shoulder like lightning.
The tremendous force pierced right through his shoulder in one blow.
Chen Dabao’s body crashed to the ground like a dog, creating a massive deep pit.
Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed and he was already in front of him.
His right foot lifted brutally, stomping on his Dantian.
"Ah!" A miserable scream once again came from Chen Dabao’s mouth.
Pain caused him to roll on the ground like a giant lobster, as large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
"That’s it? And here I thought you’d take it like a man and bear the pain!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.
"You... who exactly are you?" Chen Dabao asked in terror.
"I’m Zhang Xiaohao! Aren’t you looking for me? Wanting to avenge that old dog Chen Dalei?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"Impossible! What is your identity?" Chen Dabao roared angrily.
Zhang Xiaohao’s right foot viciously kicked up, sending two of Chen Dabao’s front teeth flying.
"You’re just a dog now. If you dare shout at me again, I’ll extinguish you right away!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"You wouldn’t dare! I am the Punishment Hall Master of the Seven Mysterious Sect and the Sect Leader’s proud disciple, destined to marry into the sect! If you dare to kill me, the Seven Mysterious Sect won’t let you off!" Chen Dabao threatened.
"The Seven Mysterious Sect? Sorry, but a year from today will be the seven-day mourning for the Seven Mysterious Sect!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned cold.
"What? You want to strike against the Seven Mysterious Sect? Haha... don’t take offense, but with your strength, you are nothing but kneel-to-die fodder in front of my sect!" Chen Dabao laughed arrogantly.
"Tell me, who gave you this map and letter?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.
"Humph! You think I would tell you?" Chen Dabao sneered.
"Not talking, huh! Then it seems I have to take action myself." Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"What... what do you want to do? I warn you, don’t mess around, if you touch me, the Seven Mysterious Sect won’t let you off!" Chen Dabao said fearfully.
As he spoke, his body retreated backward.
"Sorry! If the Seven Mysterious Sect doesn’t come for me, I still have to go looking for them!" Zhang Xiaohao said, a fierce gleam flashing in his eyes.
Biting his forefinger, he squeezed out a drop of blood. The Three Pure Daoist Skill was cast, his palm changing, and one after another magic formula fell rapidly from his fingertips.
"Soul Searching Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.
A figure flashed, and the black sheen of his right palm flashed as he lightning-fast grabbed Chen Dabao’s head.
"Ah..." A piercing scream erupted continuously from Chen Dabao’s mouth.
Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his hand; although he had used the forbidden Soul Searching Technique, he obtained very little information.
Fortunately, he found the information related to the Seven Mysterious Sect and the map.
Looking at Chen Dabao, he had now turned into an idiot.
His eyes were dull, and he stood there foolishly, even forgetting the pain.
"Go die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
With a flip of his right hand, he summoned the Shennong Pill Fire, tossing it onto Chen Dabao’s body.
In a moment, including Chen Dabao and the bits of corpses on the ground, all were thoroughly incinerated.
Zhang Xiaohao took a step and was back where he had been before.
With a flick of his finger, the Shennong Pill Fire flew out, incinerating the bloodstains on the ground.
All the remnants of the corpses and bloodstains on the ground had been entirely incinerated.
With a call of his palm, he retracted the Shennong Pill Fire.
With a cold corner of his mouth and squinting eyes, he thought, "Who exactly is plotting against me in the shadows? Who sold my information to Chen Dabao?" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
After pondering for a long time, Zhang Xiaohao could not figure out who it was.
His enemies were simply too numerous, and everyone seemed a possible suspect.
Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaohao decided not to think about it anymore.
"Hmph! If you dare to come kill me, you better be prepared to be killed in turn! Seven Mysterious Sect, is it? You no longer need to exist in this world," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
With a tap of his foot, he executed the Twelve Heavenly Steps, turning into a black streak of light, rushing towards Hailan Hotel.
In a few dashes, he disappeared into the night.
When Zhang Xiaohao reappeared, he had arrived at Hailan Hotel.
He entered the hotel, took the elevator, and went up to the twelfth floor.
With a sweep of his Soul Power, he located the room where Bi Xiaorou was and walked over.
Zhang Xiaohao stood outside the room, knocking on the door.
After a while, a sweet voice came from inside the room.
"It’s me, Zhang Xiaohao!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
The door opened, revealing Bi Xiaorou’s figure.
"Ah! Mr. Zhang, why, why have you come?" Bi Xiaorou exclaimed in surprise.
"I came to find Black Dragon!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Black Dragon is asleep right now," Bi Xiaorou said.
She stepped aside to let Zhang Xiaohao in.
After entering the room, Zhang Xiaohao walked toward the room where the Black Dragon Saint Heir was.
"Mr. Zhang, are you looking for Black Dragon for something?" Bi Xiaorou asked.
"Hmm, I have a little matter and need to take him out for a bit," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Upon entering the room and sensing someone’s approach, even with the intelligence of a three-year-old, his instinctual reaction was still there, and in a flash, the Black Dragon Saint Heir sat up from the bed.
"Hehe." Seeing Zhang Xiaohao, the Black Dragon Saint Heir gave a foolish laugh.
"Little Black, get dressed and follow me," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.