Free Web NovelChapter 1982: Chapter 1981: Arrest Them
Could the opponent be a seasoned master in disguise?
Thinking about this, the man in the Yaksha mask found his conclusion ridiculous. Even if there were such a master, it wouldn’t be this brat.
Because Zhang Xiaohao was so young, having cultivated for probably less than five hundred years.
Right at that moment, the man in the Yaksha mask gathered energy into his Dantian, and let out a low roar: "Break it for me!!!"
As his words fell, a brilliant blue light burst from his fist, attempting to shake off Zhang Xiaohao’s control. But no matter how he struggled, his right hand remained firmly in Zhang Xiaohao’s grasp. The more he struggled, the more painful it became!
"Ah! You little bastard, you’re so despicable! Daring to ambush me! But I’m not that easy to bully! Damn it, why are you idiots just standing here? Can’t you see I’m being bullied? Hurry up and help!" The man in the Yaksha mask roared.
As his words fell, his companions finally reacted, their faces twisted, filled with menace. The next moment, a wave of violent aura erupted from within them, surging towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Such overwhelming presence blotted out the sky, stirring a massive momentum above them.
"You little bastard dare to bully our big brother! Prepare to die!"
"Capture this little bastard, then make his family pay a ransom!"
"Go!!!"
They roared one after another, taking a step, quickly charging towards Zhang Xiaohao, fists carrying a fierce wind, launching ferocious attacks, violently pummeling towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Their intention was clearly to thoroughly beat Zhang Xiaohao until he couldn’t resist.
"One won’t do it, so let’s have a group attack? Interesting!" Zhang Xiaohao smirked playfully.
He too was in the mood for fun. Seeing the fists and feet of a dozen men carrying roaring winds about to crash down, he suddenly yanked his right hand. Instantly, the body of the man in the Yaksha mask became uncontrollable, flying up with Zhang Xiaohao’s pull, spinning rapidly and landing right in front of the dozen men.
Seeing their own henchmen’s fists and kicks rushing towards him, the man in the Yaksha mask was aghast, screaming: "No!!!"
Unfortunately, his words came too late. The dozen henchmen were too slow; even hearing his words, they couldn’t retract their punches in time.
Bam bam bam!!!
Only to see a dozen fists, and a dozen feet with violent force, hitting the man in the Yaksha mask. The protective spiritual light on his body, already broken by Zhang Xiaohao before, allowed the fists to strike him without warning, force penetrating deep into him.
Splurt splurt splurt!!!
The man in the Yaksha mask was like a kite with a broken string, spitting out over a dozen streams of blood, in excruciating pain.
"Big brother!!!" Seeing this scene, the dozen men yelled angrily together.
They glared fiercely at Zhang Xiaohao, eyes seemingly capable of devouring him.
"You little bastard have some nerve! Using our big brother as a shield! You’re courting death! Brothers, use our ultimate skills, let’s take him down together!" A henchman roared.
Immediately, a dozen henchmen frantically operated their Cultivation Techniques, immense pressure shooting out from within them, rolling upwards into the sky.
Seeing this, the man in the Yaksha mask felt a sense of foreboding, hurriedly shouting: "No!!!"
"Don’t worry big brother! We will definitely rescue you!!!" the henchman speaking earlier said again.
Having said that, he led the charge, and the other henchmen followed suit, unleashing violent Divine Skills from their palms, with waves of powerful energy, dominantly charging towards Zhang Xiaohao.
"You guys are putting a lot of effort into hurting your own. Maybe it’s because you, the big brother, were too dictatorial, and they wanted to seize your wealth?" Zhang Xiaohao jokingly remarked.
Seeing the attacks closing in, he casually waved his right hand, grabbing the clothing on the back of the man in the Yaksha mask, shielding with him.
"Ah! Damn it! Are you trying to kill me?" Feeling the sharp attacks from the dozen men, the man in the Yaksha mask roared in anger.
He frantically operated his Cultivation Technique, raising a blue spiritual power shield to protect himself securely.
Boom boom boom!!!
The dozen henchmen’s attacks smashed onto his blue protective shield, a series of ear-piercing clashes resounding.
"Die, you little bastard!!!" Suddenly, a loud roar sounded.
A fiery red flame punch, carrying a fierce wind, fiercely slammed over.
"No!!!" Seeing this scenario, the man in the Yaksha mask screamed in terror.
The blue shield, already shaky, burst abruptly under the force of the last punch.
Crack!
Alongside a clear snapping sound, coupled with the man in the Yaksha mask’s pig-slaughtering screech, the flaming fist struck his chest, making him vomit blood, the fire rampaging internally before he coughed up blood again.
"Uh! Big, big brother, I didn’t mean to!" the henchman said awkwardly.
"Damn it! Are you testing my intelligence?" The man in the Yaksha mask weakly cursed.
"Hmph! Daring to cause trouble at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, arrest them all!!!" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.
Soon after, a team of fifty Divinity Transformation Realm soldiers descended from the sky, surrounding the man in the Yaksha mask and his group.
"Sir, please let us explain! It’s not what you think!" the man in the Yaksha mask hurriedly explained.
"Take them down!!!" commanded the leading patrol captain coldly, and the armored guards behind him immediately apprehended the group.
"Sir, sorry for the disturbance!" The captain respectfully said to Zhang Xiaohao.
"..." The sudden scene felt like an invisible slap across the faces of the man in the Yaksha mask and the others, leaving them all stunned.
"Do you know me?" Zhang Xiaohao asked playfully.
At this moment, he was wearing a white scholar’s robe with a Great Sage Equalling Heaven mask on his face.
"I don’t know! But anyone who can afford this kind of thing must be you, sir!" The captain said, pointing to a cigarette butt on the ground.
