"Young master, they're coming." Hongyi said nervously.
Over ten thousand guards, with the weakest of them still in the Mahayana Realm. Even if it were her, she wouldn't dare take that head-on.
"Sit down and enjoy the show." Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Mm." Hongyi nodded.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao's calm attitude, the panic in her heart instantly settled.
There was very much that sense of "let the storm rage, the mountain breeze stays cool" about him.
"Kill!" As those ten thousand guards drew closer and closer, driving a vast mass of dark clouds toward them, the black spears in their hands stabbed forward in perfect unison. A black dragon hundreds of zhang long roared out from each spear, all of them weaving together in midair into one colossal Black Dragon net that descended from the heavens, shrouding toward Zhang Xiaohao.
With the golden Spirit Boat as the center, an area of ten thousand zhang around it was entirely covered by that Black Dragon net.
