Chapter 114: Chapter 114

"Get the hell out of my way, you brat! Don’t block the road!" Just then, a brash voice came from behind.

Zhang Xiaohao’s face turned cold as he spun around to face four oddly-dressed individuals.

"Which family didn’t close their door, letting their mad dog out?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Fuck! Do you have any damn idea who I am? My four brothers and I are the notorious Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. Just mentioning our name can make a three-year-old cry. While I haven’t started on you yet, better cripple yourself by halving your mouth, kneel down, and beg our forgiveness. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be magnanimous enough to release you like a fart!" The youngest of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, Fatty Ghost, jeered.

"Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? Never heard of you! I thought you were four roosters. Don’t know which family’s chicken pen wasn’t closed properly, letting you four wild chickens out," Zhang Xiaohao cursed back.

"This is unbearable! Are you taking me for a sick cat because I haven’t shown my claws? Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, cover me. Don’t say that we’re bullying him for outnumbering. Today, I am going to tear this asshole’s mouth apart and show him that the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River are not to be messed with!" Fatty Ghost said with murderous intent.

Having said that, he stamped his right foot hard on the ground and surged forward swiftly.

He threw his right fist out, bringing with it a mighty gust of wind, and roared, "Yellow River Dragon King Fist!"

"Hmph! Looks more like the Yellow River Wild Chicken Fist to me!" Zhang Xiaohao muttered contemptuously.

As the opponent’s fist got nearer, he abruptly reached out with his right claw and caught the oncoming fist in his hand, then twisted with force. With a crack, he broke the arm!

"Ahh!" A pig-slaughtering scream immediately came from Fatty Ghost’s mouth.

"That’s all you’ve got? Kneel down!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

The move, Black Tiger’s Heart, struck Fatty Ghost’s Dantian, and with a crack, it was instantly disabled.

"You little shit dare!"

"You bastard actually dared to disable Old Four’s Dantian, I will kill you!"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, this brat resorted to a sneak attack, using such despicable tactics to take down Old Four. The three of us brothers don’t need to talk about Jianghu morality with him. Let’s just gang up and kill him!"

The remaining Huanghe Three Ghosts, seeing Old Four disabled in an instant, roared in anger, brandishing their strange weapons and charged at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Want this trash back? Here, take him!" said Zhang Xiaohao with a cold laugh.

He grabbed the front of Fatty Ghost’s chest and, with a powerful thrust, hurled his body back at them.

With a thud! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

Sheer force smashed the Huanghe Three Ghosts to the ground, flinging their bodies like kites whose strings were cut, flying backwards for over ten meters before coming to a stop.

Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flickered, and he quickly rushed forward.

With a light step, he landed on a huge ring saber on the ground, gripped it and with a swift motion, four heads were sent flying into the air.

After dispatching the four of them, Zhang Xiaohao threw down the huge ring saber, his piercing gaze coldly sweeping the surroundings.

The Ancient Martial cultivators nearby, witnessing how efficiently Zhang Xiaohao had taken care of the famous Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, were startled. Those originally itching to stand out and bootlick the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River now shrank back like turtles into their shells, with their gazes filled with awe when looking at Zhang Xiaohao.

Without giving them another glance, Zhang Xiaohao calmly continued toward a mound ahead.

Sensing Zhang Xiaohao approaching, the cultivators on the mound panicked and instinctively retreated, making way for him.

Arriving at the mound, Zhang Xiaohao stopped, ignoring the respectful gazes around him, and closed his eyes to attentively sense the movements below.

After a moment, Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes and sneered internally, sure enough, someone had tampered with what lay beneath.

"Heh heh! The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Since you want to play, I’ll give you a good show."

With strides, he moved towards the small grove ahead.

The ancient martial cultivators around him saw Zhang Xiaohao enter the grove and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Inside the small grove.

Zhang Xiaohao kept walking for three li before he stopped. He looked around and saw no one else. With a flip of his palm, he took out the Yin Pearl from the Shennong Ring, which he had obtained earlier.

He bit open his index finger and, employing the Three Pure Daoist Skill, his hands danced, drawing symbols in the air with his blood as the medium, infusing them into the Yin Pearl.

Next, he tossed the Yin Pearl into the air and with golden True Qi swiftly flowing through his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he had crafted one hundred and eight symbols, erecting an Array.

As the Array took shape, the Yin Pearl magically floated in midair.

"With this Bloodthirsty Soul Devouring Array, heh heh! No matter how many people die later or how much fresh blood is shed, it will be forcefully taken and infused into the Yin Pearl within the Array!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled with pride.

Thereafter, he sat down cross-legged on the ground and began circulating the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, adjusting his spirit to its peak condition.

Time silently passed, and it was soon dark.

Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes and stood up. He looked in the direction of the small mound, a playful smile appearing on his face.

With another flip of his palm, he took out a yellow paper from the Shennong Ring. His True Qi whirled as he began folding the paper into a crane.

After folding the paper crane, Zhang Xiaohao, heart aching, bit open his index finger again, squeezed out a drop of blood, and cast the Three Pure Daoist Skill. He roared quietly, "Spirit Awakening Technique—Commence!"

A miraculous scene unfolded: the paper crane flapped its wings lightly, fluttering a couple of times before flying off Zhang Xiaohao’s palm.

"Go, check out what’s happening over by the small mound for me," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

The paper crane nodded as if understanding, its wings flapping as it flew ahead.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of First-class Hall.

At this moment, a masked young man was seated in the chair of honor. Behind him stood two figures clad in black robes.

Though their faces were obscured, a powerful aura emanated from the two figures.

"I’ve found the information you sought. It’s up to you to have the guts to go there," the young man casually said, toying with a pair of jade beads in his hand.

"Speak, where is War God now?" Jingbian Cao inquired.

"Heavenly Life Villa No. 8! There you will find the person you’re looking for," the young man replied.

"I hope you haven’t deceived us, for if I find out that you have, I’ll make sure your death is a miserable one!" Jingbian Cao sneered.

Having said that, he and his subordinates performed Ninjutsu and with a whoosh, a puff of white smoke rose, and they had disappeared from the spot.

"Heh heh! War God? How would this young master know who he is? I’m using you to eliminate Zhang Xiaohao for me. As long as he’s dead, no one will stand in the way of me getting Cheng Tianxue!" laughed the young man wickedly.