Chapter 683: Chapter 683

By the time Zhang Xiaohao rushed to the headquarters, behind him had unexpectedly gathered three to four hundred Black Guards.

A towering mountain range, like a giant sword plunging into the heavens, grand and majestic, was filled with supreme power.

Tens of thousands of troops, centered around the mountains, were fiercely fighting each other.

The shouts and the deafening noises shattered the sky.

the battle of the top ten fighting groups was the most intense, with the remaining nine Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters of the White Tiger Sect headquarters, and the elder group, confronting the Squad Leaders and Vice Leaders of the thirty-three branches.

With every gesture, they unleashed tremendous power.

Around them, there were no troops from either side to be seen.

The rest of the troops were centered around the Black Gold Gate at the base of the mountains, engaging in fierce combat.

Just as Zhang Xiaohao and his group arrived, thirty-three disciples from the branches, wielding blades and swords, charged at them.

"Damn it! I haven’t even started to trouble you guys, and here you are, daring to come looking for trouble with me, truly deserving of death!" Zhang Xiaohao said with disdain.

With that, he swept his hand authoritatively.

Following Zhang Xiaohao’s command, the Black Guards, centered around him, formed a battle formation to confront the attacking disciples of the thirty-three branches.

"Brother Zhang, you truly do have an impressive aura!" the White-clothed Young Master teased.

"Impressive? It’s just so-so," Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.

"By the way, Brother Zhang, what are your plans?" the White-clothed Young Master asked.

"As the saying goes, ’When the snipe and the clam grapple, it is the fisherman who profits.’ Let them fight to the death - you and I can just hang back and pick up the pieces!" Zhang Xiaohao replied, a cold glint in his eye.

"Hmm, that’s what I was thinking too!" the White-clothed Young Master said.

"As an enemy, I still have to admit that the White Tiger Sect’s foundation is profound! Not to mention the thirty-six branches, just the headquarters’ four guards alone, each possesses strength not inferior to a major branch!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a serious expression.

"Yes! Among the four guards, the Black Guard is held in the highest esteem, with the Green Tiger Guard and Blood Killing Guard close behind, and the True Martial Guard being the weakest!" the White-clothed Young Master nodded and said.

"Scum of the headquarters, die!" Just then, a roar erupted.

A few disciples from the thirty-three branches charged at them from around.

The sharp sword light whirled towards Zhang Xiaohao and the White-clothed Young Master.

"I don’t go looking for trouble with you guys, and here you are! Daring to come trouble me, you deserve to die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.

With a casual flick of his right hand, a dark blade light flashed, instantly slaying the few disciples from the thirty-three branches rushing towards them.

"Brother Bai, it seems we won’t be able to enjoy the show," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Indeed! They’re forcing us to take action!" the White-clothed Young Master said.

With a flip of his palm, he took out a storage bag and passed it over.

"What’s this?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, puzzled.

"It contains various Elixirs for restoring True Qi, as well as some Healing Pills!" the White-clothed Young Master explained.

"Thanks, Brother Bai," said Zhang Xiaohao.

Without being polite, he directly tied the storage bag around his waist and concealed it with his black robe.

"Brother Bai, be careful!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

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

Immediately, Zhang Xiaohao, holding a black long knife, charged into the midst of the battle.

The White-clothed Young Master, not to be outdone, tapped his foot and surged into the fray.

With the casual mentality of a bystander, Zhang Xiaohao and the White-clothed Young Master both performed rather ordinarily.

Only the foolish dared to try and kill them, so occasionally the two would burst forth in force, cutting down those who charged at them.

the battle became ever more fierce, with limbs and bodies strewn everywhere, and the thick rivers of blood dyed the ground a deep red. From a distance, the scene resembled nothing less than hell on earth.

Under the combined assault of the thirty-three branches, the forces of the White Tiger Sect’s main gate were being driven back in utter defeat.

In just two hours, no fewer than a thousand disciples from the main gate had fallen to the coordinated attack of the thirty-three branches.

And the disciples from the thirty-three branches had suffered countless deaths and injuries in return, their numbers several times that of those from the White Tiger Sect’s main gate.

"Hua Yan! Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a furious roar erupted.

One of the top ten battle groups, the one led by Saintess Hua Yan,

the Sky Dragon Branch’s Sect Master bellowed in anger. With an overbearing point of his finger, he struck Saintess Hua Yan’s left shoulder, the powerful blow sending her flying.

Quite unluckily, Saintess Hua Yan crashed in the direction of Zhang Xiaohao, creating a massive crater in the ground.

A sweet taste in her heart, Saintess Hua Yan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Even as one of the top ten saint sons and daughters, with formidable combat strength, she was severely injured under the coordinated attack of more than a dozen potent foes of the Sky Dragon Sect Master.

"Go to hell, Hua Yan!" the Sky Dragon Sect Master roared again.

With a flip of his right hand, a tyrannical black energy shot toward Saintess Hua Yan’s head, filled with endless malice.

"Ah! Sky Dragon Sect Master, you’re too bold! How dare you hurt my senior sister, die!" Just then, an angry roar sounded.

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In the nick of time, Black Dragon Saint finally reached Saintess Hua Yan.

With a domineering slash of his black halberd, he shattered the black energy the Sky Dragon Sect Master had hurled.

With a backhanded move, the black halberd brought forth a Jiao Long, furiously charging toward the Sky Dragon Sect Master and the others.

"Hmph! Break for me!" the Sky Dragon Sect Master scoffed.

He punched violently forward, carrying a tremendous force that collided with the Jiao Long cleaved from the black halberd.

The Sect Master retreated over a dozen steps as if he were a kite with its string cut by this enormous force, and only then did he come to a halt.

A sweet taste in his chest, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and help my sister up from the ground!" Black Dragon Saint bellowed.

Zhang Xiaohao was taken aback, looking around; he seemed to be the only one near Saintess Hua Yan.

"Me?" Zhang Xiaohao pointed to himself and asked doubtfully.

The Black Dragon Saint had thought that Zhang Xiaohao was just being mindful of the proprieties between men and women, and of their differing statuses.

As a result, even the way he looked at Zhang Xiaohao softened a little.

"Nonsense! If not you, then who else? Quickly help my sister up, protect her, and don’t let her suffer the slightest harm! Otherwise, I will kill you!" Black Dragon Saint said.

After a moment’s thought, he took out a green jade slip from his bosom and threw it over.

"This is for you!" Black Dragon Saint said.

"..." Zhang Xiaohao was speechless.

Looking at the green jade slip in his hand, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.