"Die, old man!" an independent martial practitioner suddenly bellowed, leaping up from the ground like lightning, his hand wielding a cyan long halberd that shot toward Qing Mian's occiput with the violent force of a Jiao Long bursting from the water.
At that moment,
Qing Mian was busy dealing with the attacks of a group of fellow loose cultivators in front of him, and even with tremendous abilities, he couldn't be in two places at once.
Just as the cyan long halberd was about to smash onto his head,
A large black hand indifferently grabbed the cyan long halberd in its palm.
"Who gave you the audacity to attempt to kill my subordinate right in front of me, their master?" Zhang Xiaohao coldly rebuked.
"Hmph! You lowlife, resorting to poisoning us! You all deserve to die!" said the martial artist wearing the Green Wolf mask, seething with killing intent.
"Is that so? Then you can go die now!" A glint of cold light flashed in Zhang Xiaohao's eyes.
