Chapter 910: Chapter 910

In no time, the surrounding crowd fell into complete chaos.

As long as someone appeared in their line of sight, without a word, they would wave their weapons and fiercely charge into battle.

Centering around the middle of Tongtian Peak, this group of independent Martial Practitioners engaged in fierce combat.

As for Zhang Xiaohao and the others, they ended up with some leisure time.

"Holy Daughter, this..." One of the magicians who had been observing Zhang Xiaohao and his actions exclaimed in shock.

"Indeed, it’s exactly as I guessed. This guy is not as simple as he appears!" the Witch said with a serious expression.

"Holy Daughter, placing the Wind God Leg and two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones in his possession, I fear it’s not appropriate!" the magician continued.

"Hmph! What could go wrong? Does he dare to cheat the Holy Daughter out of her treasures?" the Witch said confidently.

The upcoming scene slapped her face, brimming with confidence, quite hard.

Shangguan Baiyun and the others flashed forward, quickly catching up from behind.

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"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded and put away the Fish Intestine Sword.

"Brother Hao, you were so fierce just now! When can I reach your level?" Shangguan Baiyun said enviously.

"Haha! As long as you’re willing to work hard, you can definitely achieve it." Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smile.

"Mm." Shangguan Baiyun nodded firmly.

"By the way, Brother Hao, what should we do now?" Shangguan Baiyun asked.

"We’ll wait here! Let’s talk after they determine a winner." Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.

"With Brother Hao around, everything is easier!" Shangguan Baiyun and the others flattered.

Suddenly, a massive aura locked onto Zhang Xiaohao.

An elderly hunchbacked man approached Zhang Xiaohao with a cold expression, stopping three steps away from him.

"Hand over the Wind God Leg and the two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones! Old man will spare your life!" Yunzhong Shangren said arrogantly.

"Who do you think you are?" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged.

"Very well! You’ve thoroughly angered a magician in the Cycle Palace Realm, and I’ll let you know the consequences of offending such a great power!" Yunzhong Shangren said coldly.

"Is the Cycle Palace Realm powerful?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"Hmph! Whether it’s powerful or not, you’ll find out soon. I admit you have some skills, but relying on those to act arrogantly in front of me, kid, let me tell you, you’re not qualified!" Yunzhong Shangren said arrogantly.

After speaking, he stepped forward, extending his withered palm, unleashing a cyan force that blasted towards Zhang Xiaohao.

Even the surrounding air produced a howling sound under the pressure of this forceful strike.

"Scram!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly, unleashing the fifth level of the Netherworld Demon Body, channeling supreme Divine Power to counter Yunzhong Shangren.

The commotion between the two immediately attracted the attention of surrounding experts.

At present, they focused their attention on Zhang Xiaohao and Yunzhong Shangren.

If Zhang Xiaohao couldn’t withstand Yunzhong Shangren’s strike, it would be their time to intervene, kill Zhang Xiaohao, and snatch the Wind God Leg.

If he withstands it, then they would have to wait.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the attacks collided fiercely.

A violent surge spread from where the two had clashed, and the crowd closer to the blast sustained some injuries under the impact.

Zhang Xiaohao merely took three steps back and stopped.

The violent aura was shielded by his Netherworld Demon Body, leaving him unharmed.

As for Yunzhong Shangren, though being at the early stage of the Wheel Palace Realm Peak, he remained still to save face, not retreating a single step.

The overwhelming strength rampaging inside his body was like an ox running wild, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth, which he forcibly swallowed, his face alternating between red and white.

After a few seconds, Yunzhong Shangren felt a bit better.

He arrogantly flicked his sleeve, boasting grandiosely.

"Boy, you’re quite something! But with just your current strength trying to contend with me! You’re still lacking. Hmm, I’m an eminent figure in the martial arts world, if I bully juniors like you, it would tarnish my reputation! Well, take care of yourself!" Yunzhong Shangren said, feigning superiority.

After speaking, he promptly left Zhang Xiaohao’s area, afraid of provoking Xiaohao’s wrath and getting mobbed.

"..." The experts observing this scene were speechless, inwardly cursing the old man for his shamelessness! Clearly wary of the opponent’s strength, yet he spoke so righteously, his face isn’t just thick—it’s monumental!

At the same time, their gazes towards Zhang Xiaohao were filled with awe.

"Holy Daughter, this kid’s hiding is beyond ordinary! Though Yunzhong Shangren didn’t use his full strength, being able to injure a great power at the early stage of the Wheel Palace Realm is proof enough of his strength." The elderly speaker before remarked apprehensively.

"Hmph! Luckily for him, Yunzhong Shangren’s face is thicker than average! Otherwise, if he really fought back, he’d be a cold corpse by now!" the Witch sneered.

"Brother Hao, are you alright?" Shangguan Baiyun and the others hurriedly asked.

"Just an old guy, why would I have a problem?" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"Brother Hao, what should we do now?" Shangguan Baiyun asked.

"Figure it out yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao sighed.

Casually, he sat on the big rock from earlier.

Shangguan Baiyun thought for a moment and quickly understood the situation.

Thinking of this, even Shangguan Baiyun couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

"Haha! Getting into the top ten was just too easy!" Shangguan Baiyun said.

"Indeed! All thanks to Brother Zhan Hao’s influence; otherwise, with our skills, not to mention the top ten, we wouldn’t even qualify to stand here." The Yellow River Three Elders chimed in.

All four then sat quietly behind Zhang Xiaohao, watching the spectacle unfold before their eyes.

As time passed, the remaining independent Martial Practitioners fought fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

Talismans, talisman treasures, and the like were thrown around like cabbage, wildly hurled at each other.

Even Yunzhong Shangren, Young Master Feng Hua, and the homicidal Dragon, three great powers at the early peak of the Wheel Palace Realm, were dragged into the battlefield by nearly a thousand independent Martial Practitioners.