One hundred and eight elite disciples of the White Tiger Sect swiftly landed in front of Zhang Xiaohao.
Shadows crisscrossed in motion.
In an instant, they formed a Star Formation!
The leader among the White Tiger Sect disciples was dressed like a scholar.
"You're quite arrogant, boy! How dare you kill people from my White Tiger Sect? I'm going to dismember you into pieces and slice your flesh off bit by bit, letting you taste the pain of being slowly minced," the White-clothed Scholar arrogantly said.
"Scum like you? I could kill thousands with a mere fart," Zhang Xiaohao disdainfully said.
"Is that so? Kid, you're too arrogant! This Hundred and Eight Star Formation isn't just any formation! It was obtained by the Holy Daughter from an ancient ruin, combining the aura and cultivation of one hundred and eight people. You're just a green boy! Even a mighty one at the Cycle Palace Realm would have to retreat when facing us," the White-clothed Scholar haughtily said.
