Chapter 815: Chapter 815

"Hmm? Vermin, do you know this old man?" Murong Tianhuang said coldly.

"The renowned head of the Murong Family, who wouldn’t recognize?" Murong Baiyun said with a grim face.

If the mask on his face were removed, it would be evident that his expression was twisted, tightly contorted.

"Since that’s the case, things are simpler! I ask you, did you come from the sacred ground of my Murong Family?" Murong Tianhuang asked coldly.

With eyes like a predatory tiger, he stared intently at Zhang Xiaohao and his group, trying to see through their physical movements.

"Sacred ground or not, we don’t know what you’re talking about," Murong Baiyun said.

"Hmph! Denying it, are you? I’ll ask again, why do you have the aura of the Heavenly Tear on you?" Murong Tianhuang asked coldly.

"Heavenly Tear? We don’t understand!" Murong Baiyun continued.

"Very well! Facing death and still denying it! It seems, the deaths of Long Bo and Long Chen are inseparably linked to you!" Murong Tianhuang said with a sinister face.

Murong Tianhuang coldly waved his right hand.

"Capture them for me! Dead or alive!" Murong Tianhuang ordered with a murderous aura.

"Yes, Clan Leader!" a group of guards responded.

Immediately, their bodies swayed and they moved towards Zhang Xiaohao and his companions.

Seeing their actions, Murong Baiyun and others instinctively clenched their fists.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly opened his mouth to speak.

"Brat, what else do you have to say?" Murong Tianhuang demanded coldly. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Aren’t you eager to know the fate of Murong Long Chen and the others? I can tell you their whereabouts," Zhang Xiaohao said.

As he spoke, he calmly walked towards Murong Tianhuang and the others.

Murong Tianhuang and the others, being highly skilled and confident, did not take Zhang Xiaohao, a martial artist in the Half-step Void Transformation Realm, seriously.

"Speak! Were Long Bo and Long Chen killed by you?" Murong Tianhuang asked coldly.

A fierce light burst from his eyes, as if trying to penetrate and see through Zhang Xiaohao beyond his mask.

"Look quickly! Murong Long Chen!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly shouted exaggeratedly.

He pointed behind them and shouted.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s exaggerated action, Murong Tianhuang and the others subconsciously turned to look.

"Fools! Murong Long Chen is calling you below to pick up your meals," Zhang Xiaohao said with murderous intent.

A violent killing intent erupted from within him.

Seizing the moment before Murong Tianhuang and his group could react, he shouted, "Lion Roar!"

A terrifying airwave suddenly burst from Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth, sweeping towards them.

"Soul Solidification!"

As it stunned them, Zhang Xiaohao clapped his hands, forming terrifying soul power into black chains that bound them directly.

After doing all this, Zhang Xiaohao dared not delay a moment.

"Dragon God Technique!"

As Zhang Xiaohao’s voice fell, a terrifying five-clawed True Dragon appeared in the night sky, wielding a blood-red battle axe.

"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted lowly.

Blood-red brilliance flashed, and cataclysmic energy flickered from the Xingtian Battle Axe, slashing ferociously towards them!

"Ah! How dare you, vermin!" Suddenly, Murong Tianhuang roared with a hideous face.

Violent True Qi erupted from within him, flooding into his right hand without regard for the cost.

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Emperor Fist!"

A massive golden Dragon Fist exploded from his right fist, but before its momentum was fully consolidated.

A giant blood-red brilliance flashed down domineeringly from above.

Even though Murong Tianhuang was a Cycle Palace Realm Great Power, what of it? Even though he brought dozens of powerful fighters, what of it? Under Zhang Xiaohao’s full-force attack, they were still blown away.

A flash of blood-red brilliance severed Murong Tianhuang’s right arm.

The immense blood-red brilliance continued on unabated, encircling the remaining dozens of warriors.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Fierce attacks burst from the Xingtian Battle Axe, madly slaughtering upon them.

Blood poured like rain from the night sky.

By the time Zhang Xiaohao stopped, aside from Murong Tianhuang, who survived with his higher cultivation but lost his right arm, the rest were all killed by Zhang Xiaohao in one strike.

It wasn’t that they weren’t strong enough! It was that Zhang Xiaohao’s speed was simply too fast!

Moreover, he possessed the two powerful control techniques "Lion Roar" and "Soul Solidification."

And he had the Heaven-defying trump cards of Dragon God Technique and Xingtian Battle Axe.

Furthermore, from Zhang Xiaohao’s exaggerated shout to the sudden strike, the entire process took less than 0.3 seconds!

In just this 0.3 seconds, he completely ended their lives!

"Ah! Wretched brat, you dare to kill my men, you deserve death!" Murong Tianhuang roared with a hideous face.

"Hmph! Old wretch, don’t rush, now it’s your turn, come die for me!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.

His body flickered, stepping on the Twelve Heavenly Steps, transforming into lightning as he charged up with the Xingtian Battle Axe.

Blood-red brilliance flashed, gathering the aura of death from the Xingtian Battle Axe, and slashed towards Murong Tianhuang.

"Wretched brat, watch carefully! Even with one arm missing, I am still a Cycle Palace Realm Great Power! As a Heaven and Earth Great Power, my majesty cannot be challenged!" Murong Tianhuang roared angrily.

"Tornado Leg!" Murong Tianhuang shouted lowly.

His body leaped, suddenly jumping into the air.

Both feet wildly kicked forward, violent azure energy erupted from his soles, raising a whirlwind three zhang high, blasting towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"Trivial trick, break for me!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded coldly.

Grasping the Xingtian Battle Axe in both hands, he slashed down dominantly.

Blood rained down as, in a single confrontation, he directly severed Murong Tianhuang’s legs.

Murong Tianhuang’s body crashed down from the sky into the ground.

"Ah! Wretched brat, you dare cripple my arms and legs, you deserve death!" Murong Tianhuang roared angrily, enduring the agony like ten thousand ants biting.

Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaohao kicked him in the jaw with lightning speed.

He was kicked flying, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

"Old wretch, it seems you haven’t realized the situation yet!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you killing my Murong Family members?" Murong Tianhuang asked, enduring the pain.

"Haha..." Suddenly, devoid of any restraint, a laugh came from Murong Baiyun’s mouth.

At this moment, Murong Baiyun no longer suppressed his voice.

He removed the mask on his face with a backhand, revealing a face that was still rather handsome.