Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding independent martial practitioners were getting a bit impatient.
"You brat, are you done yet?"
"Kid, is it possible your level is too low to tell the real from the fake?"
"You little runt, can you do it or not? If not, let me try!"
The group of loose cultivator experts around them exclaimed coldly.
"Shut up, all of you!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
His indifferent gaze swept over them, and anyone who met Zhang Xiaohao's eyes felt as if they were being stared at by an ancient beast from the primordial wilderness, causing them to involuntarily close their mouths in tension.
Zhang Xiaohao's gaze fell on the Witch.
Looking at her playfully from a few hundred paces away, he said,
"This Wind God Leg is incomplete! It's missing the final move, which is also the most powerful one! Without that move, this leg technique is just average!" Zhang Xiaohao said casually.
"What? How could it be?"
