After doing all this, Zhang Xiaohao strode into the Guan Martial Arts Hall.
Hum!
Just as he entered, a huge Formation instantly rose up, isolating the Guan Martial Arts Hall from the outside world.
The grey, misty aura surrounded everything faintly.
A solemn killing intent kept coming.
Zhang Xiaohao's steps slightly paused, his lips curled in an amused smirk, and he looked disdainfully.
Then he continued to walk inside.
"Kill!"
No sooner had Zhang Xiaohao reached the Martial Arts Arena than a deafening battle cry sounded from all directions.
Scuttling!
Urgent footsteps quickly rang out from around.
Following that, a group of disciples wearing the white practice garments of the Guan Martial Arts Hall, holding cold, chilling swords, rapidly charged out from all sides, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao.
They formed six full circles; by the looks of it, there were at least one to two hundred people.
The crowd parted ways.
