Walking up to the second dump truck, Zhang Xiaohao suddenly kicked the door open.
With a grab of his hand, a powerful suction erupted from his palm, dragging the conscious dump truck driver out and smashing him violently to the ground.
"Speak! Who sent you?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a cold face.
"I, I don't know!" the dump truck driver said fearfully.
"Don't know, huh?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
Originally, he didn't want to use this move.
But this group of dump truck drivers was asking for death, so he had to oblige them.
Biting his index finger, he squeezed out a drop of blood, and with the Three Pure Daoist Skill, the seal changed, and he growled lowly, "Soul Searching Technique!"
As Zhang Xiaohao's words fell, a black sheen appeared in the palm of his right hand.
He slapped it down on the driver's head, and a strange power erupted, rushing toward the driver's spirit sea.
"Ah..." An eerie, blood-curdling scream suddenly burst from the dump truck driver's mouth.
