"What did you just say, you little brat? How dare you insult our people! You're looking for death," the redhead young man roared.
"Hmm, that's what I think too," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"At least you know yourself a bit!" the redhead young man said proudly.
"You're wrong!" Zhang Xiaohao said proudly.
"You little brat, you dare to insult Qing'er! I'll kill you!" the redhead young man bellowed in rage.
His body flashed, charging rapidly towards Zhang Xiaohao.
The powerful cultivation of the Early Stage Foundation Establishment burst forth from within him.
"Grand Ancestor's Twelve Fists!" the redhead young man snorted coldly.
He threw his fist, which transformed like vast misty clouds, formidable and changing, thundering towards Zhang Xiaohao's head.
"Grand Ancestor's Twelve Fists? Still too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
He casually stepped forward.
An ominous surge of Evil Qi erupted from his body.
