"All of you, lie down!!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
He fiercely slapped his palm, and the violent palm strike shattered onto their chests.
Thunk thunk thunk...
Martial artists in black clothes who rushed up were all sent flying, and as they were knocked backward, they tasted bitterness in their hearts, spit out large mouthfuls of blood while sprawling on the ground like dead dogs, rolling in agony.
"It's your turn!" Zhang Xiaohao said murderously.
He stepped forward, heading toward Right Wood Taoist.
"Hmph! Little brat, this Taoist admits you've got some skill to instantly send these Hundred Veins Realm martial artists flying, but with just that bit of strength, you can't stand against me!" Right Wood Taoist arrogantly said.
"Is that so? Let's hope you don't kneel too quickly later!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold smile.
Whoosh!
His body flashed and he charged quickly toward Right Wood Taoist.
