"Shatter!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
Two frenzied palms suddenly grasped.
Crack!
The dozen figures in the room had their heads explode instantly, countless blood splattered on the ground.
Immediately afterward, Zhang Xiaohao's figure swiftly flashed, appearing in the living room.
"Die!" Before the black-clad man could react, the snow-white palm, carrying enormous power, grabbed his charging black long knife.
Sudden squeeze!
Crack!
The black long knife snapped, Zhang Xiaohao held the half blade and slashed horizontally, splitting him in two.
"Brother, are you alright?" said the Black Dragon Saint with concern.
"A bunch of petty jokers, I didn't even take them seriously! Follow me, there are plenty more downstairs, tonight, I'll lead you to slaughter to your heart's content!" Zhang Xiaohao said with unrivaled dominance.
"Mm." The Black Dragon Saint nodded.
At once, Zhang Xiaohao led the Black Dragon Saint, rushing down from the twelfth floor.
