"Just settled a pack of dogs, and now there's another mad dog coming. Can't I enjoy a peaceful meal?" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head and lamented.
As Bai Tianhu's golden handprint drew closer, Zhang Xiaohao finally stirred.
Whoosh!
His chopsticks fiercely pinch forward, accurately dispersing Bai Tianhu's golden handprint. Meanwhile, as the chopsticks probe forward, they clamp onto Bai Tianhu's right hand. Despite his exertion, Bai Tianhu cannot retrieve his hand from Zhang Xiaohao's grasp.
"What? Impossible! You're merely a cultivator at Nascent Soul Peak, how can you withstand eighty percent of my forceful strike? And even manage to clamp my right hand?" Bai Tianhu exclaimed in disbelief.
"A frog in a well!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head disdainfully.
With his left hand, he lazily took a sip from his wine glass.
Witnessing Zhang Xiaohao's nonchalant demeanor, Bai Tianhu was utterly enraged, shouting in anger.
