Chapter 936: Chapter 936

"Dragon God Technique!" Zhang Xiaohao let out a low roar.

Brilliant golden light flickered, and a five-zhang long golden five-clawed True Dragon appeared in the night sky.

Before Master Bei Ji could react, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes, and he let out another low roar.

Only to see the golden five-clawed True Dragon coil, and a twenty-zhang large golden hurricane, under the terrifying Divine Power of the Netherworld Demon Body, erupted with terrifying pressure, domineeringly bombarding towards Master Bei Ji.

"Ah! How dare you, scoundrel! You actually ambushed me, I swear! I will tear you to pieces!" Master Bei Ji roared in anger.

Both palms suddenly flipped over, and terrifying cyan light burst from the palms.

"Shaking Heaven Divine Palm!" Master Bei Ji shouted fiercely.

Both palms were madly slammed forward, the cyan palm prints carrying violent force, even the space seemed unable to withstand the immense palm force, emitting a series of wailing sounds.

"Die!" Master Bei Ji coldly shouted.

His hands suddenly coiled, the overwhelming violent palm prints, carrying tremendous power, ferociously bombarded towards the head of the golden five-clawed True Dragon.

"Old coot! You’re really full of yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao said contemptuously.

The golden hurricane swept past violently, smashing into the cyan palm prints sent by Master Bei Ji.

Terrifying power erupted from the golden hurricane.

In an instant, it shredded Master Bei Ji into pieces, the sky filled with a rain of blood, falling from the golden hurricane.

"Ah..." Before dying, Master Bei Ji’s unwilling roar echoed over Tongtian Peak.

"Run!" Master Bei Ji’s team, upon seeing this scene, turned to flee from here.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me?" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

With a low roar from Zhang Xiaohao, the golden dragon tail, with dull thunder, bombarded towards the remaining eight independent martial practitioners.

Eight continuous terrifying screams rang out, and with Zhang Xiaohao’s sweep, the remaining eight independent martial practitioners were killed before they could escape.

Countless rain of blood and fragments of flesh scattered to the ground from the night sky.

Zhang Xiaohao hovered with the dragon tail overhead, two golden dragon eyes mercilessly staring at the people before him.

"Anyone else with objections, feel free to come forward!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a murderous aversion.

Since it’s already a fight, let’s just kill enough!

Facing Zhang Xiaohao’s cold and ruthless gaze, the surrounding loose cultivators, for some unknown reason, looked up at the sky or down at the ground, acting as if it had nothing to do with them.

They are no fools, Zhang Xiaohao could directly annihilate a mid-Wheel Palace Realm great power!

Moreover, now he is in True Dragon form! Even facing a late Wheel Palace Realm super great power, he possesses the strength for a fight.

If he has a hidden trump card, it could lead to even a late Wheel Palace Realm super great power falling at his hands.

The vast Tongtian Peak was eerily quiet, so much that even a needle dropping could be heard.

Yet in the world, there are always a few blind fools, or perhaps their heads are turned by greed, thinking their powers are profound enough to kill Zhang Xiaohao and seize his True Dragon Clan cultivation technique, among other things.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A dozen or so streams of light shot out from the crowd.

Seeing some taking the lead, other hesitating loose cultivators hardened their hearts immediately, decisively flew out from the crowd.

Over thirty people surrounded Zhang Xiaohao, a terrifying momentum erupting from within them, gazing at him intimidatingly.

"You bastard! You’re shameless, trying to seize my family heritage without warning, hand over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique quickly, or else! Tonight, your death is certain!"

"Damn! Hand over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique, and I’ll leave your corpse intact!"

"I’ll give you three minutes to consider, if after three minutes you haven’t handed over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique, I’ll kill your entire family!"

Over thirty loose cultivator powerhouses roared boastingly.

Everyone present tonight was no ordinary person, all had participated in the Martial Arts Tournament selection, reaching the final ten powerhouses.

Even if they joined forces, even a Peak of Palace Realm would be temporarily forced to retreat!

However, they encountered this freak Zhang Xiaohao! Who, despite only being in the early stage of the Void Transformation Realm, could unleash power surpassing peers of the same level.

"All of you want my cultivation technique?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted his eyes and spoke.

His two dragon eyes swept over them coldly and mercilessly.

"Hmph! You brat, you’d better hand over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique, or else, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"Damn you! You little bastard, you don’t want to hand over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique, do you?"

"Since you don’t wish to hand it over, I’ll just have to take it myself!"

A group of loose cultivator powerhouses said with murderous intent.

"I’ll give you a word!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed and spoke out.

"Are you scared, you brat? Do you want to hand over that True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique?"

"Enough nonsense! Hand over the True Dragon Clan’s cultivation technique!"

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaohao’s words, the surrounding loose cultivator powerhouses arrogantly scoffed.

"I want to say, all present here are trash!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

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The golden dragon tail swept violently, the twenty-zhang golden hurricane surged out from the dragon tail again, encircling the group of loose cultivator powerhouses, fiercely bombarding them.

Just as it was about to rush at the group of loose cultivator powerhouses, a cold glint flashed through Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes, and he let out a low roar: "Soul Solidification!"

Vast Soul Power erupted from his mind, transforming into chains of soul iron, binding towards the group of loose cultivator powerhouses.

"Ah! Why can’t I move all of a sudden?"

"Damn it! Who ambushed me, they’d better not let me find out, otherwise, I’ll slice them to pieces!"

"Damn! Cursed sneak!"

The group of loose cultivator powerhouses roared in anger.

They operated their True Qi, intending to break free from the soul iron chains binding them.

At other times, perhaps within three to five breaths, they could break free from these soul iron chains, but now! Zhang Xiaohao wouldn’t give them that much time at all.

"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao roared lowly.

The terrifying golden hurricane violently smashed into this group of loose cultivator powerhouses.

With just one strike, this group of loose cultivator powerhouses was entirely obliterated.

Countless rain of blood and fragments of flesh dispersed from the golden hurricane, scattering to the ground.

Zhang Xiaohao hovered in the night sky, two dragon eyes coldly watching them.