Chapter 341: Chapter 341

Vast Soul Power swiftly formed a gigantic storm vortex.

A pitch-black blade, following some strange pattern, domineered its way towards the Azure Dragon phantom and struck.

A dark Demon Light flashed, and Zhang Xiaohao’s body directly transformed into Demon God Black.

Power, terrifying in its intensity, erupted from within his physical body.

He stamped his foot, combining it with attacks like the Sky Flipping Seal, and struck ferociously.

Despite its strength, the Azure Dragon phantom was still unable to withstand Zhang Xiaohao’s combined assault.

It was torn apart, and the stormy barrage of attacks pummeled the chest of Wind Dragon True Man, instantly shattering his heart.

He turned into a shower of blood, spattering on the ground.

A faint sound arose; an ancient, azure manual fell from the fragments of Wind Dragon True Man’s corpse and dropped to the ground.

"Left Azure Dragon Eight Forms?" Xiaohao remarked with a glance.

He reached out and grabbed the ancient, azure manual that lay scattered on the ground, promptly securing it.

Looking coldly at the surrounding crowd, scared stiff.

"Who else wants to stop me?" Xiaohao said icily.

In the face of Xiaohao’s chilly, sharp gaze, even the inner elders of the Refining God Sect had been slain by him.

Let alone these ordinary lackeys.

It was an unknown coward who suddenly screamed, and then, he bolted towards the Guan Family courtyard.

Someone took the lead, and the rest, fearing they would be the next to be slain,

raced to the Guan Family courtyard as if their lives depended on it, scared of being the next casualty of Xiaohao’s casual slaughter.

At this moment, they wished their parents had given them an extra pair of legs.

"Let’s go!" Xiaohao said.

"Mhm." Guan Qingxue replied excitedly, following behind Xiaohao, heading towards the Guan Family courtyard.

"Break!" Xiaohao bellowed.

With a tap of his foot, he instantly leaped up, and his palm struck forward fiercely.

The violent golden palm imprint directly demolished the tightly closed inner gate.

Right then, hurried footsteps sounded rapidly from inside.

Immediately after, a large group of people hurried out.

Leading them was a fat, big-eared old man with white hair, dressed in the attire of the Refining God Sect Master, holding a young, beautiful woman in his arms.

With every move, she captivated the skies, ensnaring the soul.

Especially those pitiful almond-shaped eyes, which made onlookers unable to resist wanting to hold her tight and caress her intensely.

On either side of them stood the others.

Guan Feiyang, the Master of the Guan Family, his face gloomy, looked venomously at Xiaohao and the others, his fiery eyes wishing he could carve Xiaohao up right then and there.

"You’ve got quite the nerve, kid! Repeatedly killing members of my Refining God Sect and the Guan Family, and now, you’ve even slain Wind Dragon, an elder of my Refining God Sect. Speak! How would you like to die?" the Refining God Sect Master said with murderous intent.

"You fat pig! So ugly and old, yet following the cliche of an old man seeking young grass? Aren’t you afraid of her giving you a shiny green hat behind your back?" Xiaohao scoffed.

"Insolence!" the Refining God Sect Master shouted.

He let go of the enchanting woman in his arms and took a step forward.

The colossal pressure of the Mid-stage Void Transformation Realm bore down on Xiaohao like dark clouds.

"Kneel before me!" the Refining God Sect Master roared.

"To bring out such a pathetic display of strength, no wonder the woman in your arms is giving you a shiny green hat!" Xiaohao said disdainfully.

His gaze turned cold.

Mighty battle intent burst forth from within.

Consolidating into a huge sword, it cut through the Refining God Sect Master’s oppressive aura.

"How is this possible? You are merely a martial artist at the Control Realm, how could you resist the pressure of my aura?" the Refining God Sect Master exclaimed in disbelief.

"Sigh! I already told you, you’re getting old and useless, and even this little wench has cuckolded you, but you just won’t believe it!" Zhang Xiaohao scolded.

"You’re courting death!" the Refining God Sect Master roared.

With a stomp, his portly figure brought a gust of wind.

Furiously charging at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Heavenly Frost Fist!"

The fist struck out, freezing the air, carrying an absolute chill that ferociously aimed for Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Netherworld Demon Body!"

Zhang Xiaohao roared low.

His right palm flipped over, unleashing a ferocious golden palm seal. With the enhancement of the Netherworld Demon Body, its power surged, bursting forth with even greater strength.

It smashed into the frigid punch.

In front of the opponent’s robust cultivation, Zhang Xiaohao’s body was directly shaken and thrown back.

He retreated three steps before coming to a halt, but with the protection of the Netherworld Demon Body, he wasn’t injured.

The Refining God Sect Master was not repelled by Zhang Xiaohao.

But the sheer violence of Zhang Xiaohao’s physical strength was too overwhelming, even though he was a strong practitioner at the mid-stage of the Void Transformation Realm.

Caught off guard, even his palm was numbed from the shock.

"You little brat, to think you are a body cultivator!" the Refining God Sect Master said with a dark expression.

"Fat pig, there are many things you can’t imagine! If you don’t believe it, you can ask your little lover and see if she hasn’t been cuckolding you behind your back!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Damn it! You’re looking for death! I will kill you!" the Refining God Sect Master growled with a gloomy face.

"Wait, Sect Master Fei!" Right at that moment, Dragon Soul spoke up.

"Dragon Soul, what are you trying to do? Surely you’re not planning to protect him?" the Refining God Sect Master sneered.

"Sect Master Fei, you misunderstand me! You know very well the grudge I, Dragon Soul, hold against him!" Dragon Soul said indifferently.

"Then why are you telling me to stop, what do you mean?" asked the Refining God Sect Master.

"Ancient relics!" Dragon Soul said.

"You have one minute!" the Refining God Sect Master said dismissively, flicking his sleeve.

Dragon Soul stepped forward, looking at Zhang Xiaohao with a mocking gaze.

"Kid, tell me, is the remaining piece of iron on you?" Dragon Soul asked sternly.

"Who are you calling ’kid’?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"I’m talking to you!" Dragon Soul said.

"Damn it, you dare to play with me!" As soon as the words were out, Dragon Soul had already come to his senses and coldly snorted.

"Play with your sister! You don’t even look at your own virtue, looking like a toad, not even a sow would fancy a dude like you," cursed Zhang Xiaohao.

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued, just tell me, do you have the seventh piece of iron? Speak up, and I can give you a swift end!" Dragon Soul threatened coldly.

"Are you talking about this?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.

He reached into his chest and pulled out a black piece of iron.

The moment the mysterious iron piece appeared, it instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Each one of them looked at the mysterious iron piece with burning eyes, wishing they could snatch it away immediately. Follow current novels on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍

"Hand over the mysterious iron piece, and I will give you a swift end! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being heartlessly ruthless!" Dragon Soul said with determination.

"Haha!" Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohao put away the iron piece and burst into laughter, looking up to the sky.

"Kid, what are you laughing at?" Dragon Soul asked, frowning.

"I’m laughing because you’re a fucking idiot!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.