"Where do you think you're going, you dead bat? Come down to daddy!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a domineering grasp of his hand, he grabbed the man's foot and ferociously yanked him down from the sky.
"Crush for me!" Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold as he growled.
"No..."
Rip!
He crazily tore the man's body in half.
Casually throwing his corpse onto the ground, he stood with cold eyes, his murderous aura glaring at Fei Antong and the group of people.
"Who else wants to have a nice chat? Just bring it on!" Zhang Xiaohao arrogantly declared.
"Brother Zhang, don't forget what you promised earlier! Eight o'clock tomorrow morning, outside the city at the moat," Ye Wuming said with a smile.
"Alright!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Giving the Guan Family's Old Dog, Guan Feiyang, a cold look, he swaggered off with Guan Qingxue and two others.
The cultivators around, seeing Zhang Xiaohao and his group approaching,
