Chapter 560: Chapter 560

"Second Young Master, look quick! There seems to be someone there!" a disciple pointed and said, indicating Zhang Xiaohao’s location.

Chen Xiaojun violently swung his palm and harshly slapped him across the face.

"Damn! Do you think I’m blind? Can anyone not see him?" Chen Xiaojun cursed angrily.

Leading a group of disciples, they charged up, filled with murderous intent.

"You brat! Who are you?" Chen Xiaojun demanded coldly. The source of thɪs content is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽

"I truly feel sorry for him!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"What do you mean?" Chen Xiaojun asked, puzzled.

"He kindly reminded you, and you couldn’t even appreciate it,, you even slapped him twice in return! That’s simply the behavior of a beast." Zhang Xiaohao stated calmly.

"Ah! You brat, you dare to insult me!" Chen Xiaojun roared in anger.

"Insulting you dirties my mouth!" Zhang Xiaohao retorted disdainfully.

"Damn! Tell me, who are you!" Chen Xiaojun demanded furiously.

"Aren’t you looking for me? And you have the audacity to ask who I am?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Huh? Why would we be looking for you? Do you think you’re the God of Wealth or something!" Chen Xiaojun retorted.

"I am the God of Death!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.

"Haha...you, the God of Death? Don’t make me laugh. Just look at yourself, with those frail arms and legs, you’re more like a pretty boy!" Chen Xiaojun mocked.

No sooner had his words fallen than Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed, already face-to-face with him.

His right palm, without warning, struck across his cheek.

The formidable force instantly sent him flying, tumbling through the air and crashing awkwardly to the ground.

A sweetness rose in his chest, his two front teeth along with blood sprayed out.

"Ah! You brat, how dare you ambush me! I’m going to kill you!" Chen Xiaojun growled furiously, his face distorted with rage.

He scrambled up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

With a domineering sweep of his right hand, he bellowed, "Kill him for me!"

As his words fell, the surrounding disciples of Chen Martial Arts Hall, each roaring angrily, gripping swords and spears, their True Qi swirling tumultuously, charged aggressively towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly spoke up.

"You brat! Are you scared now?" Chen Xiaojun said smugly.

"No!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head calmly.

"Huh? Then why did you tell me to stop?" Chen Xiaojun asked, confused.

"I’m playing the monkey!" Zhang Xiaohao stated seriously.

"Ah! I’m not a monkey! You damn brat, how dare you make a fool of me, I will tear you to pieces..."

Before Chen Xiaojun could finish speaking.

Zhang Xiaohao’s feet moved swiftly, too fast for them to react, and he was once again beside him.

With a swing of his hand, he ferociously slapped him across the face.

Chen Xiaojun’s body traced a beautiful arc across the night sky, then, headfirst, he fiercely smashed into the ground.

The tremendous force made him spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, along with a mouthful of teeth.

"Ah! You bastards! Are you all idiots? Why didn’t you stop this damn brat? What the hell are you still staring for? Kill him for me!" Chen Xiaojun howled ferociously.

The surrounding disciples of Chen Martial Arts Hall, once more roaring angrily, wielding their weapons, charged murderously towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao spoke again, still calmly.

"Ah! You think this young master would fall for it again? Don’t stop, charge forward and kill him!" Chen Xiaojun angrily roared.

"Don’t you want to know who I am?" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

He didn’t take this group of guys seriously at all.

Seeing that the disciples of Chen Martial Arts Hall were getting closer, the swords and knives in their hands were about to strike Zhang Xiaohao.

Chen Xiaojun couldn’t sit still any longer.

"Stop all of you!" Chen Xiaojun bellowed angrily.

"Ah! Second Young Master, should we really stop?" the disciple who had been slapped earlier asked again.

No sooner had he spoken than Chen Xiaojun harshly slapped him. Two heavy slaps knocked him unconscious on the ground.

"Damn it! How dare you question my order, looking for death!" Chen Xiaojun cursed furiously.

His cold eyes stared at Zhang Xiaohao.

"You brat, who are you?" Chen Xiaojun gritted his teeth and asked.

"Zhang Xiaohao!" Zhang Xiaohao replied calmly.

"What? You are Zhang Xiaohao? Truly, searching for you in dreams for ages, to find you without any effort!" Chen Xiaojun exclaimed excitedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaohao swung his hand back and harshly slapped him again.

Knocking him to the ground, he stepped on his face with his right foot as if stepping on a dead dog.

"So, seeking me out was just to get slapped by me?" Zhang Xiaohao taunted.

"Ah! What are you useless fools staring at? Didn’t you see this young master getting slapped? Hurry up and take him down!" Chen Xiaojun roared ferociously.

"Release our young master, Zhang Xiaohao!"

"No worries, young master, your humble servant is coming to save you!"

The group of disciples from the Chen Martial Arts Hall roared with murderous intent.

True Qi burst forth, martial techniques were displayed, and dazzling variations of sword and knife lights surged toward Zhang Xiaohao with deadly intent.

"Haha! Even if you have tremendous skills, Zhang Xiaohao, under the joint attack of these core disciples of Chen Martial Arts Hall, you only have one way out—death!" Chen Xiaojun laughed arrogantly.

"Idiot!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed softly.

Seeing various attacks drawing nearer, he pressed his right foot hard on Chen Xiaojun’s head, flashed his body, and smoothly escaped the encirclement.

the surrounding Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples still swung their weapons vigorously at the spot where Zhang Xiaohao had just been.

Chen Xiaojun’s words were not yet finished when he was chopped to death by the random attacks of the surrounding Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples.

His body was cut up into dozens of pieces.

With just one strike, he was dead beyond any doubt.

A gust of night wind blew over, and the area became so quiet that even the drop of a pin could be heard.

Looking at the group of Chen Martial Arts Hall disciples, each one of them was stunned, staring unbelievably at Chen Xiaojun’s body, and then at the weapons in their hands, a question arose in their minds.

Loud clapping suddenly sounded behind these disciples.

"Hmm, well done! Perfect, thumbs up!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.

"Ah! It was you! It was you! You killed our young master!" Suddenly, a disciple from the Chen Martial Arts Hall, pointing at Zhang Xiaohao, screamed angrily.

With his shout, the surrounding people immediately snapped to their senses.

"You bastard! How despicable! To attack our young master while we were not prepared!"

"Damn it! How dare you kill our young master, I will tear you into pieces!"