The Zhang Clan's Hereditary Secret Technique: Getting Punched into the Air!

"???"

Zhang Taiying and Zhang Duoyu were completely dumbfounded.

A physical King?

What the hell was going on? Could it be that everyone who had come to attack tonight was such a terrifying existence?

"You're not joking?"

Zhang Taiying looked at the old man, still unable to believe it.

Zhang Zhongmou gave a bitter smile. In a matter this grave, was there any need for him to joke?

"I don't believe it!"

Zhang Taiying slowly shook his head. How rare was a physical King? The appearance of even one would shake the world, let alone two in a row.

How could figures like that possibly oppose the Zhang Residence for no reason?

The mere Zhang Clan was tucked away in a corner of Tiansang Commandery. How could they possibly have provoked beings of that caliber? At the thought, Zhang Taiying's expression darkened as he said solemnly, "A mere junior, playing gods and ghosts!"

The instant his words fell, the pressure of heaven and earth came crashing down.

The void slightly caved in, then directly collapsed.

"No!"

Zhang Zhongmou hurriedly tried to stop him.

But Zhang Taiying, who refused to believe in evil, showed no mercy whatsoever. Rather than weakening, his aura surged like a massive hammer as it violently smashed toward Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou had been keeping an eye on them all along, but Zhang Taiying attacking the moment he spoke still caught him off guard.

People like this were exactly what he feared most.

They never used their brains to sift through false information, instead preferring to verify it by directly making a move.

That kind of behavior could render all of one's efforts useless!

The surging force pressed down over his head. Xu Xiaoshou shuddered as though struck by lightning, his body swaying violently as he nearly