Chapter 885: Chapter 885

"Kneel before me!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.

The Xingtian Battle Axe slashed wildly, striking the black Demon Blade.

It directly shattered the black Demon Blade, its momentum unwavering as it sliced toward Wu Qing’s head.

"Hmph! You brat, I admit that your blood-red axe has some tricks! But to try and crush me, you’re not qualified enough!" Wu Qing sneered.

"Rise!" With a stomp on the ground with one foot, the black armor on his body seemed to come alive.

Mysterious runes rolled out from the black armor.

Directly in front of Wu Qing, a black shield was formed.

"In front of my Black Demon Armor, don’t talk about an axe—even an ancient divine weapon won’t break it!" Wu Qing boasted arrogantly.

"I’m not only going to break your armor, I’m going to make you kneel!" Zhang Xiaohao said dismissively.

He crazily mobilized the Bloodline Power within him, concentrating it on the Xingtian Battle Axe, and slashed fiercely.

The all-defensive Black Demon Armor was shattered directly by the Xingtian Battle Axe.

The black shield shattered, transforming into broken runes, which returned into the black armor.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohao’s Xingtian Battle Axe exhausted the last trace of Bloodline Power and vanished from his hand.

A ghostly black fist, carrying supreme Divine Power, punched Wu Qing in the head.

Enormous force exploded his head alive, splattering countless brain chunks from it.

With the head gone, his body could no longer support itself, and with a thud, it fell to the ground.

"Hmph! And what’s the big deal about old Cycle Palace Realm masters? It’s not like I haven’t killed any before!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

His gaze was drawn to Wu Qing’s black armor, and he fell into thought.

With a roll of his right hand, he summoned the Shennong Pill Fire and casually threw it over.

"Brother Hao, are you alright?" Shangguan Baiyun said, setting his feet down as he approached with the Yellow River Three Elders.

"I’m fine!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

Just a bit worse for wear was all, and he currently took out a blood sacrifice fruit to swallow, regaining a few hints of vitality in his pale face.

"Don’t mind me! First, deal with those people outside!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Brother Hao, are you sure you’re okay? Should I help you into the house first?" Shangguan Baiyun suggested.

"No need! It’s just a bit of True Qi consumption! Don’t just stand there, hurry up and go! Take care of those loose cultivators outside." Zhang Xiaohao ordered.

"Yes, Brother Hao! Rest here first, after we’ve taken care of those riffraff outside, we’ll come find you!" Shangguan Baiyun assured.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded.

Then Shangguan Baiyun didn’t delay any longer, and with the Yellow River Three Elders, he hurried toward the outskirts.

Watching their backs as they left, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his gaze.

His eyes returned to the black armor on the ground, surprisingly untouched by the burning of the Shennong Pill Fire!

Meanwhile, Wu Qing’s corpse had already completely turned to ashes and vanished.

"How is this possible? Under the burning of the Shennong Pill Fire, this black armor is surprisingly undamaged! Even if I didn’t use my full strength, ordinary refined iron can’t withstand this! Could this Black Demon Armor be of significant origin?" Zhang Xiaohao pondered with furrowed brows.

Then he beckoned with his hand to take back the Shennong Pill Fire.

Soon, he grasped the Black Demon Armor in his hand and examined it carefully.

In his grip, it felt incredibly heavy! Judging by the weight, at least more than a hundred pounds.

Zhang Xiaohao weighed it carefully; not too much nor too little, exactly 108 kilograms!

Moreover, the Black Demon Armor was carved with mysterious patterns, resembling runes from which earlier runes seemed to have emerged.

"Not right! Compared to before, how do I feel it’s lacking in spirituality?" Zhang Xiaohao muttered with furrowed brows.

Could it be due to the damage of those runes earlier?

Zhang Xiaohao gave his right hand a jolt, activating Shennong True Qi to cleanse the Black Demon Armor. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩

Moments later, after cleansing the Black Demon Armor, he wore it.

As the Black Demon Armor entered his body, a feeling of heaviness came over him.

But this weight, to Zhang Xiaohao, was as light as a feather; with the Netherworld Demon Body and the Refining Yuan Technique practiced, his physical strength was comparable to a super Void Transformation Realm expert, so this hundred-plus kilogram weight was nothing.

He moved his body, finding it to fit just right, as if it was tailored for Zhang Xiaohao.

"Not bad! Fits well, and wearing this Black Demon Armor with a mask is simply like having style!" Zhang Xiaohao mused.

He considered it briefly, then took off the Black Demon Armor and stored it in the Shennong Ring.

Casually, he retrieved some elixirs from the Shennong Ring to restore True Qi and swallowed them.

Then he set foot, taking Twelve Heavenly Steps, heading toward the front courtyard.

Several minutes later.

The battles in the front courtyard had mostly reached their conclusion.

A group of martial artists all below the Void Transformation Realm, facing the lack of high-end force, with the joining of Shangguan Baiyun and the Yellow River Three Elders, the battlefield instantly underwent dramatic changes.

Over a hundred ordinary loose cultivator martial artists were almost completely slaughtered.

Zhang Xiaohao sat lazily on the eaves, found a place to rest, and brought out a jar of three-hundred-year-old Daughter’s Red, and calmly drank while staring at the night sky.

About half an hour later.

The fierce battle had completely subsided.

A figure flickered, and when it appeared again, it was sitting next to Zhang Xiaohao.

"Brother Hao, why are you here?" Shangguan Baiyun asked with a smile.

"Asked for trouble by you brat!" Zhang Xiaohao replied irritably.

He passed the Daughter’s Red over.

Shangguan Baiyun chuckled awkwardly and took the Daughter’s Red, drinking it immediately.

"Tell me! What’s really going on?" Zhang Xiaohao inquired.

"Brother Hao, can I say I don’t know?" Shangguan Baiyun replied.

Zhang Xiaohao smiled, accepted the Daughter’s Red, and drank once more.

"Brother Hao, I’m really not lying to you! This fight today, I’m damn annoyed! Almost died without knowing why." Shangguan Baiyun complained.

"Listening to their accents, it seems they’re after the Murong Family heirloom! If I’m not mistaken, these loose cultivators were targeting the Wind God Leg, but were secretly instigated, trying to score from your Shangguan Family before the martial arts conference even started! Hence today’s spectacle." Zhang Xiaohao mused for a moment and said.

"Damn it! Damn it! They better not let me find out who it is, otherwise I won’t let this go!" Shangguan Baiyun roared angrily.

"You ought to have someone investigate this matter carefully! There might still be traces that can be tracked!" Zhang Xiaohao advised.