"Ah! Brother Qing, save me..." Xuan Qingqing screamed in terror once more.
"Hmph! Dare to touch my woman, even if a Daluo Immortal descends today, they can't save you!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered coldly.
As Xuan Qingqing's body drew nearer, he flipped his palm and unleashed a domineering palm strike, smashing it towards her.
Crack!
Directly shattering her head, countless amounts of blood spattered onto the ground.
Bang!
A headless corpse crashed heavily onto the ground, raising a huge cloud of dust.
"Ah! You little brat, you actually dared to kill Qingqing, I swear! I will make sure to cut you into pieces and pulverize your corpse!!!" Seeing this scene, the hunchbacked elder roared menacingly.
But under Zhang Xiaohao's overwhelming aura, he was forced to his knees, unable to even budge an inch, and could only glare malevolently at Zhang Xiaohao.
