Chapter 637: Chapter 637

"Oh? By the looks of it, you’re quite arrogant, huh?" Zhang Xiaohao narrowed his eyes and said.

"Haha... Brother Guang is naturally arrogant with a reason to be! You little brat, perk up your ears and listen well, Brother Guang was once a high monk who attained enlightenment at the Great Brightness Temple!" the bald martial monk said haughtily.

"Haha..." Hearing his words, Zhang Xiaohao couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Huh? You little brat, what are you laughing at?" the bald martial monk frowned and asked.

"Hui Zhen, Hui Kong, Hui Xin, what are they to you?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"They are my uncles, could it be that you know them?" the bald martial monk asked gravely.

"You could say I know them!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.

His "you could say I know them" naturally referred to the fact that he had killed the three of them.

"What do you mean, ’you could say’? Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing!" the bald martial monk snapped coldly.

"A month ago, I had a fight with the three of them. Hmm, they were too weak; they couldn’t even withstand one of my little fingers and were casually killed by me." Zhang Xiaohao spoke nonchalantly.

"What? That’s absolutely impossible! Uncle Hui Zhen and the others were super strong at the Peak of Void Transformation Realm, it’s rumored they even broke through to the Great Power of the Cycle Palace Realm, how could they possibly be killed by you? Hmm, even if you want to brag, at least come up with a more believable lie!" the bald martial monk scoffed.

"Sigh! Why is it that some fools won’t believe the truth in this day and age?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile as he rubbed his nose.

"Hmph! Believing you would make me the fool! Daring to insult my Uncle Hui Zhen and the others, and just now, ambushing Brother Guang, with old grudges and new, Brother Guang will take back double! Go to hell, you little brat!" the bald martial monk said with a murderous air.

He stomped heavily on the ground, the immense aura of the Foundation Establishment Realm Peak exploded from within his body, pressing down on Zhang Xiaohao.

As he roared, his right hand flipped over, a green glow flashed, and a ragged azure dragon claw, with a huge momentum, swiped towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Eh! Is this the Left Azure Dragon Claw Eight Forms? No, it’s being executed with the right hand, could it be the Right Azure Dragon Claw Eight Styles? Hmm, looking at this aura, it should be! But it seems quite broken!" Zhang Xiaohao said, frowning.

"Hmph! What Left Azure Dragon, Right Azure Dragon, Eight Forms? This is called Jiao Long Claw, Brother Guang got it when he killed the chief disciple of the Precepts Hall head!" the bald martial monk said with disdain.

The right hand churned, and the surging True Qi blasted towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"You think you can kill me? Kneel before me!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

With a twist of his left hand, an equally azure dragon claw aggressively swatted towards the other party.

The bald martial monk’s body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, rapidly receding.

As he flew backward, a large amount of blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering on the ground.

The body slammed heavily onto the ground.

Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flickered, and he was already in front of him.

"How is this possible? How can you also use Jiao Long Claw? Why is it even more powerful than mine?" the bald martial monk shouted out disbelievingly.

Zhang Xiaohao stomped on his head, brutally forcing it down toward the ground.

Several minutes passed before he finally stopped.

"Tell me, where can one obtain this Jiao Long Claw?" Zhang Xiaohao demanded coldly.

"Pah! Even if Brother Guang won’t tell you! If you dare, then kill me!" the bald martial monk said defiantly.

"You want to die, is that it? Very well, I’ll grant your wish!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

His right foot suddenly exerted force, stepping on the man’s head and ruthlessly grinding it against the ground.

"Ah! That hurts! Big brother, you’re like my dear dad, I’m wrong, please just let me go like a fart!" the bald Martial Monk begged for mercy. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Eh! Weren’t you acting all tough just now? Already caving in less than a moment later?" Zhang Xiaohao said with playful sarcasm.

"A man’s word only stands with his fists! You’ve got bigger fists, so naturally, you’re my boss!" the bald Martial Monk said with open candor.

"You’re pretty straightforward, huh! Tell me, where can I learn this Jiao Long Claw technique?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.

"Initially, I tricked and killed the head disciple of the Precepts Hall, and before he died, I heard him say that his master, that is, the chief of the Precepts Hall, seemed to know this martial skill!" the bald Martial Monk confessed truthfully.

"Is that so? Are you sure you’re not deceiving me?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.

"Big brother, how could I dare deceive you? With your strength, even if I fled to the ends of the earth, I couldn’t escape from your pursuit!" the bald Martial Monk said with a pained expression.

"Smart move! If I find out you dare to lie to me, from the corners of the earth to the depths of Heaven and Hell, I’ll see to it your dog life is ended!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous tone.

"Big brother, can you let me go now?" the bald Martial Monk said weakly.

"Weren’t you acting all cocky just now? How come you’re chickening out this quickly?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a sneer.

"Big brother, I was wrong! I really messed up, please just let me go like a fart! I swear, wherever you’ve shown up in the future, I’ll stay well away!" the bald Martial Monk pleaded.

"Your death penalty is spared, but your living punishment won’t be so easy!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned cold as he said.

his right foot suddenly exerted force, brutally stepping on the bald Martial Monk’s left leg.

"Ah..." Accompanied by the sound of a shattered knee, a pig-like scream erupted from the bald Martial Monk.

"Scram!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.

He kicked out, hitting the man’s waist and sending him flying.

After doing all this, he turned around calmly to look in the direction of Zhao Ling’er and the others.

"Phew! Your lady is exhausted!" Zhao Ling’er said, exhaling a heavy breath of turbid air.

She plopped down onto the cold ground.

In contrast, Zhou Yating seemed to fare better in terms of stamina and continued kicking Wu Limei.

Looking at Wu Limei now, her hair disheveled, her face bruised and swollen, with a trace of blood at the corners of her mouth, she appeared to be in dire straits.

"Stop it!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"Ah! Zhang Xiaohao, I haven’t taught her a good lesson yet; are we just letting her go ? Isn’t that letting her off too easily?" Zhou Yating argued.

"When I tell you to stop, it’s not the same as letting her go!" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.

Does this woman have the brains of a bimbo, with all her intelligence in her... you know?

"Hmm," Zhou Yating murmured, retracting her foot, gracefully slipping back into her high-heeled shoes.

"Drag her, let’s go inside!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered.

"Us?" Zhou Yating pointed at her own nose and questioned.

"Nonsense! You think I’m going to do it?" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.

"Alright!" the two women responded weakly.

They exchanged a glance and, one on each side, dragged Wu Limei by her feet towards Zhang Xiaohao.