"It's the elder!" Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions said respectfully.
Golden-haired Second pulled out a sharp dagger from his pocket and sliced across the veins on his right hand, allowing blood to flow into the crimson cocoon.
John Daofu did not take immediate action, his cold gaze sweeping over them.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao standing there indifferently, not in a hurry to make a move, he was taken aback.
Soon, his surprise was replaced by a fierce aggression.
"Listen well, brat," John Daofu cackled. "You better stand aside obediently. If you dare to hinder me from claiming the treasure, it doesn't matter if your father is at the Peak of Control Realm. If you piss me off, I won't hesitate to kill you!"
Boom!
His body exploded outward, his clothes shredding to reveal his true appearance.
A white-haired foreigner with backward-growing triangular eyes, a face shaped like an inverted triangle, and densely freckled skin, dressed in a long black robe.
