Crack!
Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, brutally crushing his Nascent Soul. He then flicked his right hand, casting a golden light down, collecting his fallen storage bag and Bi Mu Divine Eye.
After accomplishing all this.
With a cold gaze, Zhang Xiaohao looked indifferently at the surrounding spectators—Cultivators watching the commotion. As Zhang Xiaohao's icy stare swept over them, each felt a pang of fear, as if some terrifying ancient beast had fixed its eyes on them. Instinctively shivering, they lowered their heads, not daring to meet Zhang Xiaohao's gaze, let alone make any further movements.
"Hmph!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
Retracting his gaze, he then looked at the eighteen welcoming women standing at Tianqing Restaurant's entrance.
