A flash of blue light.
Four figures burst out of the wall like lightning.
Boom!
As soon as Zhang Xiaohao and his group emerged, the entrance wall of the relic collapsed directly.
Within moments, it was thoroughly destroyed.
Hearing the huge commotion over here, the disciples of the thirty-three major sub-branches who were stationed outside rushed over immediately, gripping their sword handles, their murderous intent surging as they charged toward this side.
"Who are you? Where is our Squad Leader?"
Upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao and the four of them, the disciples of the thirty-three major sub-branches asked coldly.
"Brother Bai, you must be feeling quite frustrated! Leave these fellows to you to vent your anger," Zhang Xiaohao said casually.
"Thank you," the White-clothed Young Master said.
Anyone who lay in the relic like a mummy, unable to move, would feel suffocated with resentment.
Bang!
