As her words fell, a dozen or so waiters coldly walked toward Zhang Xiaohao.
The dozen or so waiters seemed to have a tacit understanding, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao from different directions.
At the same time, with a slide of their palms, each held a cold, gleaming dagger.
Under the sunlight, the daggers flashed with a hint of green light, seemingly coated with some kind of deadly poison.
"Let all your people come out! Just relying on these few won't even be enough to fill the gaps in my teeth," Zhang Xiaohao calmly took a puff of his panda cigarette and said.
"Humph! Zhang Xiaohao, you're too arrogant. We're not ordinary people. We're all Early Wheel Palace Realm Great Powers of the Qingming Sect! Crushing a small Void Transformation Realm martial artist like you is simply too easy!" the middle-aged woman in the lead said coldly.
"People from the Qingming Sect? Are you here for the Ouyang Family?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
