"You damned thing! You actually dared to attack Lord Zha Muzhen! Prepare to die!" the young woman shouted.
With a flip of her palm, a fiery red palm print appeared, fiercely striking towards Zhang Xiaohao's chest.
"Get lost—!" Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold.
His right foot lightning-fast lifted, carrying a powerful gust, violently kicking her chest. Her cultivation was merely at Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, and under Zhang Xiaohao's brutal kick, she was directly sent flying, tumbling back over ten meters, before harshly landing on the ground.
As she flew back, her heart felt sweet, and she spewed out a series of fresh blood, clearly indicating that the kick had gravely injured her.
"Such audacity, where did this little brat come from, daring to strike me, Zha Muzhen?! I will kill you!" the tall man climbed up from the ground, his expression twisted as he roared.
"My lord, shall I deal with them?" The Heavenly Lady's eyes turned cold.
