"Hm?" Huang Xiao's heart jolted. The shout made his ears ache. Whoever was coming had profound internal power.
But Huang Xiao would not stop simply because of the man's shout.
When the terrified Zhang Bao heard that voice, wild delight instantly appeared on his face, and he hurriedly cried, "Father, save-"
Before he could finish, Huang Xiao's palm struck the crown of his head. Blood immediately seeped from between his eyes, his nostrils, and his mouth. Then his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
So he's Zhang Hu! Huang Xiao thought, the corner of his mouth lifting as he watched Zhang Hu race up the mountain steps.
"Bao'er!!!" Zhang Hu dearly loved this son of his. Even though his son had amounted to nothing, as a father, he had given Zhang Bao everything he could. Now his son had been killed right before his eyes. How could he not be so grief-stricken that he wished he were dead?
"You little beast, I'll tear out your tendons and flay your skin! I'll make you wish you were dead!" Zhang Hu's furious roar echoed through the mountains, startling the birds in the mountain woods into flight.
"What?" Huang Xiao had just been about to answer Zhang Hu, but to his shock, the instant Zhang Hu finished speaking, he was already in front of him, throwing a punch at his chest.
Well met! Huang Xiao thought. Originally, he had had little confidence in wiping out the Fierce Tiger Sect. After all, it was a sect, and it surely had quite a few Second-Class experts. But now there was only Zhang Hu. Even if Zhang Hu was in the First-Class Realm, he was confident he could put up a fight.
As Huang Xiao gathered his internal power and prepared to meet