Chapter 681: Chapter 681

"Hmm," the White-clothed Young Master nodded.

Zhang Xiaohao was about to say something when suddenly his brow furrowed.

Under the detection of Soul Power, a large group of people dressed in black rapidly approached their location.

"Brother Zhang, what’s wrong?" asked the White-clothed Young Master.

"Someone’s coming," Zhang Xiaohao said.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

As his voice fell, over twenty whooshing sounds sliced through the air, and a group wearing black robes and black White Tiger masks quickly appeared before them.

"Hmph! You two are really bold. The thirty-three major divisions have already attacked the headquarters, and you two are still in the mood to hide here and joke around?" the burly man leading them said coldly.

"..." Zhang Xiaohao and his companion were at a loss for words.

Without waiting for them to speak, the burly man continued.

"Don’t just stand there, hurry up and follow me to the headquarters to exterminate the rebels of the thirty-three major divisions!" the burly man said coldly.

After speaking, he tapped his foot, leading the group as they darted forward.

Zhang Xiaohao and the White-clothed Young Master exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other’s eyes.

They watched as the group almost vanished from sight.

"Hmph! What are you two dawdling for? Hurry up and follow!" a cold snort suddenly came from ahead.

"Let’s go, Brother Bai!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"It seems we have no other choice!" the White-clothed Young Master said with a bitter smile.

Immediately, they tapped their feet and quickly followed.

The two followed behind the burly man, darting through the mountain ranges.

The deeper they went, the more shocking the sights became.

Everywhere were battle groups, with various sounds of fighting shattering the heavens, forcing the ten Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters to join forces with the elders to meet their adversaries.

The closer they got to the headquarters, the more intense the fierce battles became.

Along the way, Zhang Xiaohao and his group had already killed hundreds of disciples from the thirty-three major divisions.

Fortunately, their group was highly skilled, with even the weakest having the strength of the Control Realm; despite the combined efforts of the thirty-three divisions, they couldn’t block their path and were brutally carved through, creating a blood-soaked route.

Zhang Xiaohao and his group had to stop.

More precisely, they were blocked by a group of people.

Before them were encircled by hundreds of disciples from the thirty-three major divisions, led by a one-eyed old man, behind whom stood four fierce-looking men, all exuding powerful auras.

Based solely on this aura, each was a formidable practitioner in the Early Stage of Void Transformation Realm.

Especially the one-eyed elder, whose cultivation had reached the Peak of Middle Stage of Void Transformation.

The immense momentum shot through the skies, making even the sky appear dull in comparison at that moment.

"A bunch of remnants, you really went too far! You’ve actually managed to kill hundreds of my disciples from the thirty-three divisions, truly deserving death!" the one-eyed elder said darkly.

"Hmph! You rebels dare to be so bold as to attack the headquarters, you truly deserve death! I advise you to surrender now; otherwise, when the Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters arrive, it will be your time to die!" the burly man said with a murderous air.

"Ha ha... A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well! Give him a face, call him a Saint heir, do not give him face, they’re nothing more than dogs!" the one-eyed elder said arrogantly.

"Dare insult the Saint Heir and Holy Daughter, you deserve to die!" the burly man said coldly.

"Just because you’re at the Early Stage of Void Transformation Realm, you dare to speak so boldly to me! Aren’t you afraid the wind might cut your tongue?" the one-eyed elder arrogantly said.

"Hmph! Traitors should be executed by all! Under the leadership of Saint Heir and Holy Daughter, we will certainly slaughter all of you who dare defy your superiors!" the burly man declared.

"Stubborn fools! Since you are so eager to die, let me fulfill your wish! Come now, kill these remnants for me!" the one-eyed elder said with murderous intent. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍

"Kill!" As the words of the one-eyed elder fell, the thirty-three disciples behind him roared angrily, wielding their swords and fiercely charging toward Zhang Xiaohao and his companions.

"Hmph! Black Guard, heed my command, kill all these insolent rebels! Elevate the prestige of our White Tiger Sect headquarters!" the burly man said murderously.

"Kill!" As his words fell.

A group of about twenty Black Guards, holding swords, swiftly charged forward.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao and the White-clothed Young Master had no choice but to follow the crowd and rush forward.

"You four, go deal with them; this miscreant is mine to handle!" the one-eyed elder commanded.

"Yes, Vice Leader!" the four burly men respectfully responded.

Immediately, the four figures flickered and charged into the Black Guards.

"Scoundrel! You can go die now." The one-eyed elder snorted coldly, took a step forward, and fiercely rushed toward the burly man.

"Hmph! A traitor like you wishes to kill me? Ridiculous! Die!" the burly man roared lowly.

Holding his black long sword at his waist, the blade flashed fiercely as he struck toward the one-eyed elder.

Now, let’s look back at Zhang Xiaohao’s side of the fight.

Zhang Xiaohao and the White-clothed Young Master, seemingly in perfect sync, snatched a weapon from the hands of one of the thirty-three disciples and ferociously slaughtered the group.

Even though they deliberately concealed their skills, their formidable strength was evident.

The disciples, like watermelons, fell one by one at the sweep of their blades without any effort needed.

The two showed their prowess there and instantly caught the attention of the four fierce burly men.

"You two, go kill that miscreant; we’ll handle this guy!" the leader of the fierce burly men ordered.

"Right!" the other two responded.

They immediately stepped forward and flew toward Zhang Xiaohao.

"Die, miscreant!" the two roared.

From each side, their overpowering palm strikes thundered out, aiming at Zhang Xiaohao.

Seeing the smug expressions on their faces, they seemed to have already envisioned Zhang Xiaohao being slain by their combined attack.

"Seriously! I’m performing so poorly, and I still attract so much attention? Could it be that I’m truly a piece of gold, shining brightly even in the vast sea of people?" Zhang Xiaohao thought indignantly.

Seeing them charging at him.

He casually executed the widely-known Yang Family Sword Technique!

"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.

The black long sword flashed brilliantly, trapping the fierce burly man that was charging from the left, and he ferociously sliced down.

A spray of blood shot into the sky, and in a direct confrontation, he severed the opponent’s right arm.