The figure who approached had only one arm and was dressed in a long black robe, with hair cascading down his back.
He stood there coldly, an aura of solemnity emanating from him, as if he were a sword thrusting towards the sky.
Especially those eyes, which were like those of a fierce beast from ancient times.
He looked at Zhang Xiaohao with venom, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
"You little beast, are you Zhang Xiaohao?" the One-Armed Elder said menacingly.
"Who are you calling little beast?" Zhang Xiaohao replied, toying with him.
With his arms crossed and standing nonchalantly there, his face showed not a hint of fear.
From the appearance of this 'old dog' before him, he had already figured out who he was.
"What a sharp-tongued brat! You dare to curse me in your roundabout way, you deserve to die!" the One-Armed Elder said menacingly.
"Die your sis!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed back.
