"How could this happen?"
The previously smiling face of Zhang Bolong was now stiff, and his expression was grim, while Zhang Jian, who thought he was dood, was beaming with joy.
"Great, just great, hahaha, the old fool is finished."
"You, you are actually a Qi Transformation Expert, and at least, at least at the Qi Transformation Middle Stage. Who, who, who exactly are you..."
Lying on the ground, half-dead, Zhang Xiong’s eyes were filled with fear and despair.
He never dread that the young Zhang Xiaoshan would have such terrifying cultivation.
Unbelievable.
Inconceivable.
"Are you still thinking about taking as a disciple now?"
"Are you qualified to be my master?"
Zhang Xiaoshan looked coldly at Zhang Xiong, his eyes full of disdain.
Zhang Xiong was utterly ashad.
"Sir, it, it was our Zhang family that was wrong."
"I am willing to give up one-third of our Zhang family’s shares and assets, no, I am willing to give up half, to beg for your forgiveness."
"Please, senior, spare our Zhang family."
Zhang Bolong on the side also echoed softly.
"Yes, yes, yes, senior, your surna is also Zhang. Maybe eighteen generations ago, we shared the sa ancestor."
When Zhang Xiaoshan displayed his absolute power, Zhang Xiong and Zhang Bolong were both intimidated.
A Qi Transformation Martial Artist, such a powerful figure, even the richest man in a province would have to show so respect upon eting him.
Their Zhang family could not afford to offend him.
"Bah."
But Zhang Xiaoshan unceremoniously rejected them.
"If I were really of the sa ancestor as you shaless people, I would rather bash my head in right here."
"From the mont you laid hands on my Sister Man, your fates were sealed to die."
"Besides, if I kill you, all of your Zhang family’s possessions would be mine. Why would I only take half?"
Zhang Xiaoshan’s eyes were cold, as he walked step by step toward Zhang Xiong.
"Bastard, you, don’t push ..."
Zhang Bolong, standing aside, pulled out a gun from behind, aiming to shoot Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Utterly foolish."
Zhang Xiaoshan only glanced at Zhang Xiong.
"Bam..."
Zhang Bolong’s arm holding the gun burst open, mangled with blood.
The Qi Transformation pressure was sothing soone like Zhang Xiong couldn’t withstand.
Already able to compress air, instantly increasing the pressure on Zhang Xiong’s body by hundreds, thousands of tis.
"Ah."
Zhang Bolong scread, kneeling on the ground, all his bones creaking, as if about to be squeezed and explode like a tomato at any mont.
Zhang Xiong seized the gap, enduring severe pain, leaped, trying to escape through the window.
But, just as his body was in the air.
"Whoosh."
A flash of green light passed.
"Ah"
Zhang Xiong felt a pain in his rib, letting out an uncontrollable scream, followed by his entire body being knocked back uncontrollably by a huge impact.
"Crack..."
Then, his entire back crashed into the wall, but, he did not fall to the ground this ti, instead, he was pinned to the wall. When he looked down, he saw a blue short sword inserted at his rib, the blade completely piercing through his body, pinning him to the wall like a nail, leaving only a portion of the hilt exposed.
"A flying, flying sword?"
"You, you mastered a High-level Flying Sword Magical Artifact?"
"Who, who exactly are you?"
Zhang Xiong’s ntal state was shattered.
Qi Transformation cultivation, high-level flying sword artifact, only in his twenties, what kind of demon is this?
Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Zhang Xiong and chuckled.
"Do you know how the Chairman of the Sanhe Gang, Yang Qing, died?"
As soon as these words ca out, Zhang Xiong’s heart trembled, and his eyes were full of shock.
"You, it, it’s you..."
"You, , Yang Qing..."
Zhang Xiong, who had seen many storms in his life, was still thrown off guard, montarily at a loss, his words incoherent.
Finally, he spoke out.
"You, you killed Yang Qing, you, you are that mysterious expert who killed Yang Qing."
"You, you are the mysterious Chairman of the White Dragon Association!"
"That’s right, it’s !"
Zhang Xiaoshan admitted his identity.
"Damn it..."
Zhang Xiong was speechless, in despair.
If he had known this earlier, how could he have dared to provoke Zhang Xiaoshan?
"Sir, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have provoked you, I truly know my mistake."
"Please, spare for the sake of my master."
"Your master?"
"Yes, my master is Lin Baisheng of the Hong Group!"
Lin Baisheng?
Upon hearing this news, Zhang Xiaoshan frowned slightly.
Huaxia’s martial arts cultivation has fallen into decline, it is now an era of technological civilization.
So, there are not many people whose nas are known.
Likewise, those whose nas have been made must be exceedingly rare and formidable experts.
This Lin Baisheng is one of them, and a particularly famous one.
Hong Group, born from the Heaven and Earth Society, was once the unparalleled major society in Huaxia, with over half a million mbers, even the governnt had to be wary. After the New Country was established, they purged evil, forcing the Hong Group to flee overseas.
Yet, it remains one of the top international societies.
The current chairman of the Hong Group is Lin Baisheng.
Zhang Xiaoshan had also recently inquired about so situations regarding Huaxia’s martial arts. This Lin Baisheng, twenty years ago, already had Qi Transformation cultivation, now, it is very likely he has broken through the Qi Realm shackles into a higher realm.
This person is indeed worthy of being called a hero.
"You could be Lin Baisheng’s disciple?"
Zhang Xiaoshan clearly didn’t believe Zhang Xiong’s words.
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