"I'll give you a message!" Zhang Xiaohao said contemptuously.
"What message?"
"You brat, what do you want to say?"
"Spit it out if you have something to say! Don't dawdle here and waste time!"
The surrounding independent martial practitioners sneered as they spoke.
"I want to say that everyone present here is trash!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
The voice, boosted by True Qi, transformed into a terrifying wave of air, sweeping in all directions.
Even from a distance, everyone could hear it clearly.
"Ah! You brat, you dare call us trash, you're seeking death!"
"Damn it! You ignorant brat, I'm going to kill you!"
"Die, you little rabbit!"
A group of independent martial practitioners roared in unison, brandishing weapons full of killing intent, charging at Zhang Xiaohao and the other four.
"Lion Roar!" Zhang Xiaohao let out a low roar.
A terrifying sonic attack suddenly erupted from his mouth, rushing forward.