Chapter 239: Chapter 239

"You cheeky lad, you’ve got guts! Even daring to strike down a man from the Yellow Wind Sect!" the old figure sneered coldly.

Zhang Xiaohao gave him a detached look.

Barely reaching one meter fifty, with a face like a smashed pumpkin covered in pockmarks, he was the spitting image of the ancient version of Wu Dalang!

"And here I was wondering who it could be, and it’s you!" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Eh! You recognize me, realy?" the old figure asked.

"The famous Wu Dalang, who wouldn’t recognize you? I see you on TV all the time." Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"What Wu Dalang is that? My surname is not Wu!" the old figure said, puzzled.

"I know, you don’t believe in Wu, you’re surnamed Bastard! And the kind that wears a green hat on top of that," Zhang Xiaohao cursed.

"Damn! You cheeky lad, how dare you insult me in such a roundabout way, you’re asking for it!" the old figure roared in anger.

"Really! Being ugly isn’t your fault, but you shouldn’t scare people by showing your face! No wonder Pan Jinlian ran off with Ximen Qing, just look at how pitiful you look, no woman could stand you!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"You cheeky lad, you’re asking for it!" the old figure shouted in furious anger.

"Don’t shout so loud; even if you scream your throat raw, Pan Jinlian won’t come back to you," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"Ah! You infuriate me to death! I warn you again, I am Changqingzi, the Law Enforcement Elder of the Yellow Wind Sect’s external sect, not that damn Wu Dalang, and Pan Jinlian isn’t my cheap wife!" Changqingzi yelled.

"Hmm, I know, but others might not!" Zhang Xiaohao said, shrugging.

"You’re asking for it! I’ll kill you!" Changqingzi shouted, his face twisted in rage.

"Even your own woman you couldn’t keep, and you think of killing me? Old guy, you’re not even embarrassed." Zhang Xiaohao muttered snidely.

"What a sharp-tongued brat! Go to hell!" Changqingzi said through gritted teeth.

A massive aura of the Hundred Veins Realm like Mount Tai itself, domineeringly rolled over towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Go on," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly, standing his ground.

No matter how the tremendous aura from Changqingzi pressed down, he did not budge an inch.

He resembled the idiom "Let him be strong, and the gentle breeze brushes the mountain ridge."

"Eh! How is this possible? Under the pressuring aura of my late Hundred Veins Realm, not to mention you, just a mere novice of the Foundation Establishment Realm, even others in the Hundred Veins Realm would have to resist strenuously just to cope? Why are you perfectly unharmed standing there?" Changqingzi asked, baffled.

"Want to know why?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, teasingly.

"Spit it out!" Changqingzi grunted coldly.

"Because you are Wu Dalang! That’s why you seem so useless," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"Ah! You cheeky boy, cursing me again, I will have your life!" Changqingzi roared angrily.

With a shudder, he fiercely unleashed the entire formidable aura of the Hundred Veins Realm, rolling it towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Forgot to tell you, I can do that too," Zhang Xiaohao said lightly.

"Ha! That cracks me up, you, a mere Foundation Establishment pleb, still thinking..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Xiaohao’s body shook, unleashing an aura grand and dense as smoke.

Berzerkly sweeping across towards Changqingzi. Updates are released by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥

The two powerful auras collided, and Changqingzi’s aura couldn’t even hold for a second before it was crushed by Zhang Xiaohao’s domineering force.

Next, Zhang Xiaohao’s vast aura rolled over Changqingzi with a mighty, unstoppable force.

A series of popping sounds issued from Changqingzi’s body.

Looking at Changqingzi again.

Under the oppressive force of Zhang Xiaohao’s robust aura, although resisting fiercely, his legs were still forcefully pressed into the ground.

Large beads of sweat dropped from his forehead, pooling on the ground drip by drip.

"Eh! Just kneeling, get down like a dog!" Zhang Xiaohao coldly ordered.

The aura whirled, its power increased once more, pressing down on Changqingzi’s body.

This time, Changqingzi couldn’t hold on any longer, his body softened, and his hands pressed on the ground; he lay down like a female dog.

"You, you are a super expert of the Control Realm?" Changqingzi asked in horror.

"Not too dumb, you finally understood." Zhang Xiaohao nodded in response.

"What? How is that possible? How old are you? Even if you were cultivating since the womb, you couldn’t possibly have such cultivation! Unless there’s some heaven-defying treasure on you!" Changqingzi exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhang Xiaohao’s body swayed, and he was already in front of him.

His right foot harshly kicked his chin, sending him flying.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, it’s just that you haven’t reached that level!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

His hand shot out violently.

A massive suction force burst from his palm.

Grabbing Changqingzi’s right leg, he smashed him against the ground like a sandbag, ruthlessly.

"Ah..." A series of screams continuously emanated from Changqingzi’s mouth.

"Can’t you take it? The real show has just begun!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

Holding Changqingzi’s right foot with one hand, a cold flash in his eyes.

He thrust his body to the ground like a straw, violently.

His head burst open, blood sprayed everywhere, Changqingzi’s head was smashed beyond recognition, leaving only half a corpse, already dead beyond dead.

Zhang Xiaohao tossed away the body, dispassionately dusting off his hands: "Truly unimpressive!"

Shaking his head, he took out some Corpse Dissolving Powder and sprinkled it over their bodies.

In a moment, the corpses of these assassins from the Yellow Wind Sect turned into a pool of pus.

"Hm? What’s this?" Zhang Xiaohao was startled.

He casually picked up a yellowed secret technique from the ground.

"Netherworld Finger? Earth-rank Lower-grade Martial Technique?" Zhang Xiaohao muttered to himself.

"Lord, are they all dead?" Sun Dafu, not feeling reassured about Zhang Xiaohao, hurried over and asked.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

He started to browse through Netherworld Finger.

Minutes later, Zhang Xiaohao casually tossed the Earth-rank Lower-grade martial technique book to Sun Dafu.

"Take this little thing!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Ah! Lord, this is?" Sun Dafu asked, puzzled.

"It’s the Earth-rank Lower-grade Martial Technique, Netherworld Finger! The special technique of the Yellow Wind Sect." Zhang Xiaohao casually said.

"What? An Earth-rank Lower-grade Martial Technique?" Sun Dafu exclaimed in shock.

"Don’t make such a fuss. A mere Earth-rank Lower-grade Martial Technique—what’s there to be shocked about? Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world before," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hehe! Thank you, Lord, for your generous gift." Sun Dafu said excitedly.

"Speaking of which, Netherworld Finger is quite decent. When cultivated to the Great Achievement Realm, its power is domineering, possessing enormous might, comparable to an Earth-rank Middle-grade Martial Technique," Zhang Xiaohao stated earnestly.