"Hahaha—! There are prohibition barriers here. If you dare to make a move, even without me taking action, the hidden barriers around will cut you down!" The loose cultivator sneered.
"Oh, really?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
Without warning, his right fist shot out, grabbing the loose cultivator's neck and lifting him off the ground before he could react.
"The barriers here only target cultivators. As long as I don't use spiritual power, relying solely on my physical strength, it's enough to kill you!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly, his eyes icy.
After speaking, his right hand tightened suddenly, a crackling sound echoed! The loose cultivator died unwillingly.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaohao swiftly pulled off the storage bag from the loose cultivator's waist.
