"Hmm," the White-clothed Young Master nodded.
Zhang Xiaohao was about to say something when suddenly his brow furrowed.
Under the detection of Soul Power, a large group of people dressed in black rapidly approached their location.
"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" asked the White-clothed Young Master.
"Someone's coming," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As his voice fell, over twenty whooshing sounds sliced through the air, and a group wearing black robes and black White Tiger masks quickly appeared before them.
"Hmph! You two are really bold. The thirty-three major divisions have already attacked the headquarters, and you two are still in the mood to hide here and joke around?" the burly man leading them said coldly.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao and his companion were at a loss for words.
Without waiting for them to speak, the burly man continued.
