"Hmph! Nasty brat, don't talk back, kneel before me, the Holy Daughter!" The red-haired woman sneered.
A massive aura shook and furiously suppressed Zhang Xiaohao.
Shh, shh, shh...
For a moment, under the suppression of her massive aura, crisp sounds of air bursting echoed around.
"Such a minor aura trying to oppress me? I must say you're dreaming big! Break!" Zhang Xiaohao declared dominantly.
His body shook, and his astounding fighting spirit soared to the skies.
Turning into a towering giant club, it directly shattered the oppressing aura like a mountain crumble.
"What? How is this possible? How could the Holy Daughter's aura be broken?" The red-haired woman said in disbelief.
"Sigh! You're too weak," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Hmph! Surprisingly, you nasty brat, you have some tricks. But still, in front of me, the Holy Daughter, today you will undoubtedly die!" the red-haired woman said arrogantly.
"Let me ask you a question," Zhang Xiaohao shrugged and said.
