The art of immortality (1)

"Xu Hao, don't dawdle. The earlier we settle this, the earlier we can continue with our party."

The grey-haired old man reminded.

alright. Don't worry, great Guardian. He's just a little brat who still reeks of his mother's milk. I can suppress him with a lift of my hand.

Xu Hao was very confident.

This confidence came from his bones.

Cultivators like Xu Hao were almost invincible in the world where there were few cultivators. He had long developed a frivolous arrogance that looked down on the world.

Even though he knew that the great Xia Manor might have been established with the intention of the higher-ups in great Xia, he didn't care about it.

However, it was also this attitude that determined that the outcome would definitely not be as one wished.

"Come on."

Long Chen curled his finger.

At this moment, there was no need for words.

"Die!"

Xu Hao started his attack.