Chapter 770: Chapter 770
Zhang Xiaohao stopped walking, crossed his arms, and glanced around playfully in both directions.
Scuttling footsteps...
Dense footsteps suddenly rose from both directions.
Immediately afterward, a dark mass of figures charged from both positions and quickly surrounded Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions.
The crowd parted, and a red-haired foreigner, holding a white-haired woman arrogantly, walked up.
"Two yellow-skinned monkeys, you’ve got some nerve! You even dared to touch my people!" the red-haired foreigner arrogantly said.
"Little Black, slap him! Keep going until he’s dead," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Yes, Brother," the Black Dragon Saint replied.
"Zhang Xiaohao, can he handle it?" Murong Yu Yan asked worriedly.
"You’ll find out soon enough," Zhang Xiaohao said with an enigmatic smile.
The Black Dragon Saint, visibly angered, walked toward the red-haired foreigner.
"You fool, how dare you insult us? I’ll smash your damn mouth!" the Black Dragon Saint declared.
"Haha! Silly boy, you talk big, saying you’ll smash my mouth! I’m curious to see who gave you the courage," the red-haired old man arrogantly said.
The Black Dragon Saint vanished in a flash, reappearing right by his side.
"It’s you who’s the silly boy! Your whole family are silly boys! Go to hell!" the Black Dragon Saint said unhappily.
His right hand, carrying a huge gust, violently slapped the red-haired elder’s face.
The enormous force, transmitted into his mouth, made the red-haired elder taste blood and he spat out two teeth.
Smack, smack, smack...
Before he could react, the Black Dragon Saint rapidly slapped him, left and right.
The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the dark alley. Updates are released by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
"Ah! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and help me!" seeing this, the white-haired woman cried out angrily.
The group of foreigners around them all roared in a low voice.
Pulling out a sharp Mitsubishi bayonet, they charged menacingly toward the Black Dragon Saint.
"How shameless! So many of you ganging up on one person!" Murong Yu Yan said coldly, seeing this.
Just as she was about to rush to help the Black Dragon Saint, Zhang Xiaohao grabbed her hand.
"A bunch of ants, a mere fart from Little Black could wipe them out!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.
"Are you sure?" Murong Yu Yan asked skeptically.
"Nonsense! Do I not know what his strength is?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.
With that, he continued to watch the show.
As the surrounding foreigners drew nearer, the Black Dragon Saint’s eyes turned cold.
With a grasp of his right hand, he took out a black spear from his storage bag.
"Die, fool!" the Black Dragon Saint roared.
The black spear, carrying a huge gust of wind, smashed into the red-haired elder’s head, turning it into a pile of mush.
With a step, he quickly charged into the crowd.
The Black Dragon Spear Technique was unleashed, with a giant Jiao Long spiraling around, and shadows of the Jiao Long filled the night sky.
Accompanied by the black Jiao Long’s passage, numerous bodies fell to the ground.
In less than three minutes.
The over a hundred foreigners who had charged forward were all slaughtered by the Black Dragon Saint.
Only the white-haired woman and those five white-haired elders remained.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you interfere in the affairs of the John family?" the white-haired woman said in fear.
"Little Black, don’t just stand there! Finish off these six flies so we can rest," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Yes, Brother," the Black Dragon Saint replied.
With a step, he gripped the black spear and charged forward again.
The black long spear whirled, and a gigantic black Jiao Long burst forth from the spear, enveloping all six white-haired women and hurtling towards them to attack.
"Sirs, this foolish boy is too arrogant, please take him down!" the white-haired woman said.
"Hmm," five white-haired foreigners nodded.
"Foolish boy, you are too arrogant! Go to hell!"
The five white-haired foreigners growled low and transformed instantaneously.
They turned into half-orcs, their terrifying beast claws ferociously attacking the Black Dragon Saint.
"How dare you call me a foolish boy, I’ll tear you apart!" the Black Dragon Saint bellowed in fury.
With a domineering swirl of the black long spear, destructive power surged forth, attacking all five of them.
The domineering attack of the black long spear broke their combined assault, shattering the attack of all five.
The black long spear, carried by a powerful gust, continued unabated, whirling up and down, spearing all five of them.
"Hmph! You dare kill members of the John family, you three wait! This isn’t over yet!" Seeing the five white-haired foreigners swiftly speared by the Black Dragon Saint.
The white-haired woman was utterly terrified, dropped a threatening remark, and wanted to escape from there.
"Who said you could leave? Get back here!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
With a palm thrust through the air, a tremendous suction burst forth from his palm.
"Ah..." the white-haired woman screamed begrudgingly as her body swiftly retreated.
As the white-haired woman’s body drew near, Zhang Xiaohao launched a kick, smashing her head and toppling her onto the ground.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you helping this wretched woman?" the white-haired woman said in terror.
"To dare curse at your death’s door, you’re seeking death!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
With a sway, he charged forward with a powerful gust.
Pulling back his foot, and looking again at the white-haired woman, under Zhang Xiaohao’s ferocious stomp, her head was directly smashed into a pulp, with blood splattering everywhere.
Indifferently dusting off his hands, Zhang Xiaohao looked at the stunned Murong Yu Yan.
"Don’t just stand there, let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Ah! Is it over just like that?" Murong Yu Yan exclaimed in disbelief.
"What else did you think? Is it difficult to deal with these vermin?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"..." Murong Yu Yan was speechless.
Following behind Zhang Xiaohao, they walked forward.
Zhang Xiaohao led the two of them into the Mountain and Water Hotel.
"Sir, you’re here!" Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao, the front desk clerk spoke respectfully.
"Hmm, prepare a room for me," Zhang Xiaohao nodded and said.
"Sir, how about the room you had last time?" the clerk asked.
"Fine," Zhang Xiaohao replied.
Taking the room card, he led the Black Dragon Saint and Murong Yu Yan upstairs.
Taking the elevator, they went up to the top floor.
In the luxurious presidential suite.
"Are you well acquainted with them?" Murong Yu Yan asked.
"Couldn’t hold it in any longer?" Zhang Xiaohao responded with a laugh.
He nonchalantly sat down cross-legged on the sofa.
"Hmm," Murong Yu Yan nodded.
"Stayed here last time, so quite familiar, I guess!" Zhang Xiaohao casually mentioned.
Murong Yu Yan pursed her lips, clearly not convinced.
"By the way, what brings you to M country this time?" Murong Yu Yan asked.