"How is this possible! You brat, wasn't your True Qi sealed? How can you still use it?" Hui Xin, the old monk, shouted in disbelief.
"When did I tell you that my True Qi was sealed? Die, old fuzzball!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.
The fierce attacks fiercely slashed toward Hui Xin's head.
"Hmph! Even if you can use your True Qi, what of it? You're just a lowly Martial Artist from the Control Realm, and I can still suppress you! Die!" Hui Xin said arrogantly.
The golden fist slammed onto the Fish Intestine Sword.
Boom!
The ground shook, directly shattering within a three-meter radius.
Dust flew up, sprinkling down from the air.
Spurt!
Zhang Xiaohao felt a sweetness in his chest; the strength of a Late-stage Void Transformation Realm Physical Body was indeed terrifying.
Despite him possessing the Netherworld Demon Body, and even with the Ancient Divine Skill protecting him, he was still injured.
