Swoosh!!!
After speaking, Zhang Xiaohao tapped lightly with his foot, using the Wind God Leg, and stirred up a golden hurricane, rapidly charging forward.
"Netherworld Demon Body!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.
Whoosh!
Instantly, black radiance flowed across his skin, powerful energy filling his body.
Carrying a fierce gust, he charged towards the group of Feixian Sect disciples.
"Not bad! The show has finally begun."
"Is he starting already? But as the man favored by this Holy Daughter, this temper really suits my taste!"
"Overestimating yourself! Such a mere Ancient, actually foolhardy enough to take on an entire sect single-handedly, is utterly laughable!"
Around them, the Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters each had different thoughts upon seeing this scene.
"Hmph! Brat, you're too arrogant! Dare not regard our Feixian Sect, even having the audacity to claim you'll obliterate us! This old man will see just how you'll destroy my Feixian Sect!" the outer elder boasted arrogantly.
