"Useless trash! You're simply a disgrace to me!" the old man with a goat beard huffed coldly.
Gazing coldly at Zhang Xiaohao, "Smelly kid, I didn't realize you had some tricks up your sleeve!"
"You've missed a lot of things!" Zhang Xiaohao taunted.
"Humph! But today, you've met me, no matter how capable you are, you're done for!" the goat-bearded man said coldly.
"Really? I'm afraid you're not qualified enough!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"Sharp-tongued! What are you standing around for? Form the array and kill him!" the goat-bearded man shouted.
"Kill!"
The surrounding disciples of the Refining God Sect roared.
A surge of robust Soul Power, following their hand seals, quickly transitioned from their brains.
Crisscrossing, just like an intricate web of spider webs.
In a moment, a Soul Longsword was formed.
Clang!
The Soul Longsword vibrated with a hum, slashing towards Zhang Xiaohao with immense force.
