Pff!
The White-clothed Young Master's chest grew tight, and he nearly spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood in anger.
"Alright, it's about time. Let's go up!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold look in his eyes.
"Mhm." The White-clothed Young Master nodded.
Thereupon, the two tapped their feet and, using their bodily martial arts techniques, rushed towards the mountains ahead.
Just a few minutes after Zhang Xiaohao and his companion had left,
a troop of disciples wearing the uniforms of the thirty-three major branches, numbering around a hundred, arrived.
After several quick movements, they stopped at the place where Zhang Xiaohao had been fighting.
"My lord! These are disciples from the Heavenly Eye Branch. It seems they've been killed by those ants from headquarters!" a disciple reported.
