Chapter 1087: Chapter 1087

"Did a monkey send you here to play the fool? You ask who I am, so am I obliged to tell you? If I were to ask who your mother is? What she looks like? Whether she has certain needs, would you tell me?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Ah! You dare insult my mother! You little punk, you deserve to die!" the leading little bald donkey roared with a twisted expression.

"Hey! Aren’t you a bald donkey? Where did your mom come from?" Zhang Xiaohao asked curiously.

The look in his eyes was like he had discovered a new world.

"Ah! You little punk, you’ve gone too far! I will chop you into a thousand pieces to vent my hatred!" the leading little bald donkey said menacingly.

Seeing the people he brought still stunned, his anger surged instantly.

"Damn! Are you all morons? Why are you standing there? Hurry up and take him down for me!" the leading little bald donkey shouted murderously.

"Yes, senior brother!" a group of disciples from the Great Brightness Temple responded.

A huge aura emanated from their bodies, pressing towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Eight Desolate Demon-Blocking Hand!"

Over twenty bald donkeys roared simultaneously, releasing powerful martial techniques from their hands, and just like a roc, they lunged towards Zhang Xiaohao to capture him.

Directly blocking all escape routes for Zhang Xiaohao, they aggressively aimed at the vital points of his body to strike.

"So you’re furious out of embarrassment now? However, your skills are too weak. If it were high monks from the Hui generation, they might manage a few rounds with me, but you guys are really weak!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"Lion Roar!" Zhang Xiaohao roared.

A terrifying wave of air burst from his mouth, sweeping towards the group of bald donkeys from the Great Brightness Temple.

The group charging forward looked like kites with broken strings.

Not even reaching Zhang Xiaohao, the attacks in their hands were dismantled by Zhang Xiaohao, and the powerful sound wave penetrated their heads, knocking them away.

With a sweetness in their hearts, countless blood sprayed from their mouths onto the ground.

In an instant, each one was severely injured, without the strength to move.

"I told you, you’re too weak. Why don’t you believe it? Well, now you didn’t even touch my clothes, sigh! Living is just wasting food!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head indifferently.

"Ah! How is this possible? How can this be? They’re Hundred Veins Realm experts, why can’t they withstand a single move from you? Also, where did you learn the Lion Roar technique? Isn’t this our Great Brightness Temple’s secret?" seeing this scene, the leading little bald donkey exclaimed.

"Listen carefully, Brother Hao will reluctantly tell you! Hui Zhen, Hui Kong, and the other three bald donkeys fell at my hands! As for Lion Roar, naturally, I got it from them. Did it fall from the sky?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.

"Ah! Did you kill Hui Zhen Martial Uncle and them?" the little bald donkey roared with an ominous face.

"Yes! Is that not possible?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.

"Ah! You little punk, you’re looking for death, today I’ll kill you to avenge Hui Zhen Martial Uncle and the three of them!" the leading little bald donkey roared.

"Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill!" As his voice fell, a flash of golden light, his clothes instantly shattered, transforming into a small golden man.

"Hey! Broad daylight and you strip? Do all of you at the Great Brightness Temple have this tradition? Or do you enjoy having your backdoor blown out? Hmm, if you do, I don’t mind finding a tiger for you, I imagine with a tiger’s wildness, it can satisfy any of your requests!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"Ah! You little punk, how dare you insult me! I’m going to kill you!" the little bald donkey’s face twisted as he roared.

Foot a point, directly stepping a huge footprint on the ground, body flickering, lightning-like charged at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Great Vajra Palm!" the little bald donkey roared.

Both palms suddenly rolled, terrifying pressure erupted from the palm, rolling up a golden remnant cloud, fiercely striking at Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Kid stuff, how dare you bring it out to disgrace yourself, lie down for me!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

Breath held in the dantian, right fist violently blasted out.

A series of fierce collision sounds, with just one move, disabled the little bald donkey’s attack, hitting his chest.

The little bald donkey’s charging speed mirrored the speed of his flying backward, heavily smashing onto the ground, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flickered, appearing again in front of the little bald donkey.

Right foot stomped on his face, ruthlessly grinding into the ground.

"Little bald donkey, weren’t you so arrogant? Try being arrogant again in front of Brother Hao!" Zhang Xiaohao teased.

"Ah! You little punk, move your foot, don’t stomp on my handsome face!" the little bald donkey was furious.

"Facing death, still confused about your situation, hmm, let me give you a vivid lesson!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

Saying so, right foot lightning-fast stomped on the little bald donkey’s dantian.

Bright red blood splattered instantly from his dantian.

"Ah..." Pig-slaughtering screams erupted from the little bald donkey’s mouth as he rolled in pain on the ground.

"Hey! Can’t take it already? Hmm, let’s go again!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"You dare! I’m the abbot’s precious son from the Great Brightness Temple, if you dare to kill me, your whole family will die with you!!!" the little bald donkey threatened with false bravado.

"Tut tut! Quite bold! Facing death still daring to threaten me, hmm, given you’re about to die, let me share a secret!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"What secret?" the little bald donkey asked instinctively.

"Hmm, listen carefully, actually the Dragon Slayer Blade you’re looking for is in my hands!" Zhang Xiaohao said sincerely.

The last "say", the little bald donkey hadn’t uttered yet, a golden flash appeared, a sharp domineering blade stuck in the ground, with those Divine Dragon Runes, what else could it be but the Dragon Slayer Blade?

"What? How can the Dragon Slayer Blade be in your hands?" the little bald donkey exclaimed in shock.

"Tut tut! This question, you should ask King Yan below!" Zhang Xiaohao said, his eyes cold.

He bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, executed the Three Pure Daoist Skill, and whispered, "Soul Searching Technique!" Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥