Huang Xiao had seen Hao Jinghai's fist gauntlets once before. He had watched Hao Jinghai use them to grab straight at Fan Zhongkun's Inugami.
Clearly, Hao Jinghai's fist gauntlets were no ordinary items. Combined with his own internal power, even Inugami could not break through them.
Thus, Huang Xiao did not dare let his guard down.
"I didn't expect you to gain some strength by relying on Tiger Wing, brat. Unfortunately, it's still not enough." With that, Hao Jinghai moved, swiftly charging at Huang Xiao.
At this point, Hao Jinghai naturally could not waste time. The experts behind him would arrive at any moment. He had to seize Tiger Wing within a few exchanges. Whether he killed this brat could wait.
The aura of a demonic art again? Yet as Hao Jinghai charged at Huang Xiao again, a thought stirred in his mind.
Now, Huang Xiao not only carried Tiger Wing's sinister aura, but also emanated the aura of a demonic art. The simultaneous appearance of these two auras surprised Hao Jinghai somewhat.
Still, he had already known back then that Huang Xiao possessed a demonic art. Fan Zhongkun had suddenly appeared at the time, however, so he had never learned exactly which demonic art this brat possessed.
Of course, no matter which demonic art the brat used, he would not take it seriously.
Among all the demonic arts beneath heaven, whose could compare to those of his Demon Hall? Besides, this brat was merely in the half-step martial realm. Why would he fear him?
Huang Xiao thought no further about anything else either. He had been forced to use the Heavenly Demon Skill. Even if Hao Jinghai recognized it, so what? At a moment of life and death, who could worry about so much?
Holding Tiger Wing, Huang Xiao