"Hmph! You may be spared from death, but punishment is inescapable! Give yourself a good slap in the face." Zhang Xiaohao ordered coldly.
"As you command, senior!" The middle-aged man and others dared not delay.
Raising their palms, they brutally slapped their own faces.
A few minutes later.
The faces of this group of Yellow Wind Sect disciples were all swollen, their cheeks covered with bright red, deep handprints.
"I ask you! Why did you appear here?" Zhang Xiaohao demanded coldly.
"In reply to the senior, we were following the Sect Master's orders to search for Elder Changshouzi." The middle-aged man said weakly.
"Oh, is that so! In that case, get lost!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"As you command, senior!" The middle-aged man and others dared not tarry.
In a hurry, they stood up and were about to flee this place of trouble.
"Wait a minute!" Just as they were about to get away, Zhang Xiaohao's figure echoed from behind.
