Chapter 316: Chapter 316

"What did you just say, you little brat? How dare you insult our people! You’re looking for death," the redhead young man roared.

"Hmm, that’s what I think too," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

"At least you know yourself a bit!" the redhead young man said proudly.

"You’re wrong!" Zhang Xiaohao said proudly.

"You little brat, you dare to insult Qing’er! I’ll kill you!" the redhead young man bellowed in rage.

His body flashed, charging rapidly towards Zhang Xiaohao.

The powerful cultivation of the Early Stage Foundation Establishment burst forth from within him.

"Grand Ancestor’s Twelve Fists!" the redhead young man snorted coldly.

He threw his fist, which transformed like vast misty clouds, formidable and changing, thundering towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Grand Ancestor’s Twelve Fists? Still too weak!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

He casually stepped forward.

An ominous surge of Evil Qi erupted from his body.

The redhead, initially charging forward, paused in his tracks, overwhelmed by the towering Evil Qi.

His face filled with panic, as if trapped in some terrifying illusion.

His complexion turned pale; large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground.

Zhang Xiaohao calmly walked up to him.

He grabbed three strands of his red hair and violently yanked them out.

A series of loud slapping sounds followed.

"Are you fucking stupid? You brought the girl to me yourself, and you still ask me how you’ll die!" Zhang Xiaohao continued cursing as he slapped.

"Ah! Brother Bai, are you okay?" Seeing this, the girl named Qing’er quickly called out.

"Oh! Seems like you really care about this little redhead!" Zhang Xiaohao said teasingly.

His right fist, like lightning, struck the redhead’s chest.

"Ah!" A miserable scream erupted from the redhead as his Dantian was destroyed. The pain made him kneel on the ground immediately.

"Damn! The new year isn’t even here yet, and you’re already asking me for lucky money?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.

"Damn it! You beast, how dare you destroy Brother Bai’s Dantian— I’ll kill you!" Qing’er roared ferociously.

Her figure flickered, ready to charge at Zhang Xiaohao.

However, another companion beside her held her back.

"Zhao Li, let me go! I need to avenge Brother Bai," Qing’er huffed.

The corner of Zhao Li’s eyes gleamed coldly; he sneered inwardly, happy that the worthless man was now disabled, and no longer a rival for Qing’er’s affection.

It wouldn’t be long before, with Zhao Li’s methods, she would willingly kneel before him.

Yet outwardly, he said with a smile, "Sister Qing’er, you’re no match for him!"

"Hmph! Even if I’m no match, even if it costs me my life, I must avenge Brother Bai and repay this hatred!" Qing’er said fiercely.

"Sister Qing’er, from the moment I met you, I’ve loved you! For three years, I’ve kept this affection for you hidden in my heart! I know I’m not as handsome and dashing as Lao Bai, but my feelings for you are sincere. Sister Qing’er, now that Lao Bai’s Dantian has been destroyed, he’s nothing but a cripple. Please give me a chance, be my girlfriend!" Zhao Li spoke passionately.

"Zhao Li..." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩

Qing’er was about to refuse, but before she could finish,

she was forcefully interrupted by Zhao Li.

"I know that Lao Bai’s great revenge is not yet avenged! Sister Qing’er, I understand you feel uneasy about this! Let me kill this little beast. Sister Qing’er, promise me, be my girlfriend, okay?" As he spoke, Zhao Li took Qing’er’s hand on his own.

Qing’er involuntarily glanced at Brother Bai, then back at Zhao Li.

She hesitated for a moment, then gently nodded her head.

The old man with white hair behind him was still standing there with his hands behind his back, looking completely calm and unperturbed.

Even though Brother Bai’s Dantian had been destroyed, his brow never frowned.

"Turn around and look at your people," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

He grabbed the redhead by the hair and made him look back.

He saw Qing’er being fiercely bitten by Zhao Li.

Seeing this scene, the redhead screamed, felt a sweetness in his chest, and spewed out a mouthful of blood in anger.

His eyes closed, and he fainted.

"Damn! Can that even happen?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed under his breath.

"You little punk, you’ve got some nerve, killing our people! Tell me, how do you want to die?" Zhao Li let go of Qing’er and came up arrogantly.

"You two sure are something, huh? Redhead isn’t dead yet. Can’t you have a little shame?" Zhang Xiaohao muttered.

"Hmph! I’m not that useless trash, Lao Bai!" Zhao Li snorted coldly.

"Tsk tsk, I can’t see what makes you any different," Zhang Xiaohao said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You little beast, I was going to leave you a whole corpse, but since you’re so ignorant, I’ll dismember you!" Zhao Li snorted coldly.

He drew his longsword from his back and flaunted a flurry of sword moves.

"Watch closely, Qing’er sister, Brother Zhao Li will now seek justice for you!" Zhao Li declared proudly.

He tapped his foot and used a movement technique.

His figure was elusive, constantly changing, ghost-like, as he charged toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"Falling Water Sword Technique!"

Zhao Li snorted coldly, flicked his longsword, and a series of sword blossoms burst forth, indecipherable in their authenticity, all slashing toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"Wow! Brother Zhao Li is so powerful! He has improved his Falling Water Sword Technique!" Seeing him act, Qing’er exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course!" Zhao Li said proudly.

He seemed to have already seen the scene where Zhang Xiaohao was slain by him, and Qing’er, like a bitch at night, crouched submissively under his crotch.

Thinking of this, the power of the Luoshui Sword Technique suddenly surged.

The momentum was fiercer, cutting toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"Thinking of getting a girl by stepping on me? You’ve got some nerve, kid!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

Seeing countless sword blossoms slashing toward him, he casually reached forward with his right hand.

He directly caught the real longsword in his hand.

"What? Impossible! My Luoshui Sword Technique is a low grade Xuan martial technique, combined with my late-stage Foundation Establishment strength, how could you possibly catch it?" Zhao Li exclaimed in disbelief.

His eyes filled with disbelief!

"Want to know why? Go home and ask your mom!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Li asked.

Zhang Xiaohao directly snapped the longsword, slashing forward with the hilt.

A flash of blood, and a spray of blood immediately burst from Zhao Li’s neck.

With resentment, Zhao Li’s body fell to the ground.

"Ah! You, you actually killed Brother Zhao Li!" Seeing this, Qing’er cried out in shock.

"Is your brain messed up or what? You allow yourselves to kill me, but I’m not allowed to kill you?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.