"Damn bastard!"
Xiao Zilong and Zheng Xige's faces darkened, while terrifying auras surged around them.
They had originally wanted to regain some face, then take Wang Xiao Bai's life when no one was around.
But who would have thought that Wang Xiao Bai would not only refuse to give them face, but would also leave them unable to step down? If they swallowed this, how could the Three Great Young Masters keep showing their faces!?
"Not good!"
Ruan Xiaoqi's expression changed drastically. He sensed that something major was about to happen.
At the same time, he felt sorry for the Three Great Young Masters. They had been geniuses for too long, thinking themselves above everyone else, and had completely forgotten that there had once been a Great Devil King named Wang Hao.
"Men, kill this bastard for me!"
Xiao Zilong snorted coldly, and a Silver Long Spear appeared in his hand. The cold glint at its tip shot toward Wang Hao like a meteor crashing to earth.
Sigh, why won't you listen when I try to reason with you!?
Wang Hao sighed helplessly, his figure flashing away like lightning.
"What kind of speed is that? It's actually faster than the Wind Spirit Saint Body!"
Everyone present's pupils contracted sharply. Their eyes could only catch a fleeting afterimage; they could not keep up with Wang Hao's speed at all.
"I really don't understand who gave you the confidence to attack me!?"
In the blink of an eye, Wang Hao appeared before Xiao Zilong with a smile curling at the corner of his lips. Then, amid sharp gusts of sword wind, blood sprayed through the air.
"This..."
Everyone's eyelids twitched. Just like Zheng Xige, Xiao Zilong had had an arm severed by Wang Hao's sword.
"Ah..."
Xiao Zilong clutched his severed arm