Could the opponent be a seasoned master in disguise?
Thinking about this, the man in the Yaksha mask found his conclusion ridiculous. Even if there were such a master, it wouldn't be this brat.
Because Zhang Xiaohao was so young, having cultivated for probably less than five hundred years.
Right at that moment, the man in the Yaksha mask gathered energy into his Dantian, and let out a low roar: "Break it for me!!!"
As his words fell, a brilliant blue light burst from his fist, attempting to shake off Zhang Xiaohao's control. But no matter how he struggled, his right hand remained firmly in Zhang Xiaohao's grasp. The more he struggled, the more painful it became!
"Ah! You little bastard, you're so despicable! Daring to ambush me! But I'm not that easy to bully! Damn it, why are you idiots just standing here? Can't you see I'm being bullied? Hurry up and help!" The man in the Yaksha mask roared.
