Ding ding ding…
He held two small black bells in his hand, shaking them gently.
Controlling these Death Guards and the Five Sons United Demon, he walked toward the valley.
A few minutes later.
Zhang Xiaohao, leading a group of Death Guards, stopped ten steps away from a colossal building.
"Bald donkey, standing so high, are you in a hurry to die?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
Whoosh!
Master Wuchao, with a single tap of his foot on the eave, soared down like a Roc, rushing off the edge.
After several flickers, he landed on the eave in front of Zhang Xiaohao and the others.
From his elevated position, he looked down at Zhang Xiaohao with overwhelming presence.
"Boy, this old monk asks you, who sent you?" Master Wuchao said expressionlessly.
"Do I need a reason to kill you?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"Humph! Even if you don't say it, does this old monk not know?" Master Wuchao said indifferently.
"Oh! Is that so? Then tell me about it," Zhang Xiaohao said with interest.
