When Zou Hao was improving Guan Daxiong's strength, he was in Huayun District, a quiet villa area.
The strong smell of alcohol filled the entire hall.
Zhang Xizhe was hiding like mud on the soft carpet in the hall. His side, the sofa and the table were all covered with wine bottles.
At this time, Zhang Xizhe no longer showed his usual aristocratic temperament.
"I...I won't lose. Zou Hao, just wait. I, Zhang...Zhang Xizhe, will definitely trample you under my feet one day."
Even though his consciousness has been numbed by alcohol, Zhang Xizhe still clings to the shame given to him by Zou Hao. He wants revenge, but Zou Hao's powerful strength makes him feel deeply helpless.
This was the first time in his life that he had tasted defeat, but it was such a complete defeat.
In front of Zou Hao, he didn't even have a chance to resist. It felt like an ant in front of a lion. As long as Zou Hao liked it, he could treat him as a real ant at any time and ruthlessly
He was trampled to death on the ground.
This feeling was intolerable to Zhang Xizhe.
But in the face of absolute strength, he had no choice but to vent the unwillingness and shame in his heart through drinking.
And just when his consciousness was about to be completely paralyzed, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an additional figure in the hall.
"You...who are you?."
Zhang Xizhe wanted to see the other person's appearance clearly, but his eyes had become a little blurry, and the world he saw in front of him was distorted, and he couldn't clearly see what that person looked like.
"Waste is waste."
A cold voice slowly sounded in the hall.
That very handsome young man was even more handsome than Zhang Xizhe. Whether it was temperament or appearance, he was far superior to Zhang Xizhe.
This young man turned out to be the mysterious boy who appeared next to Su Xiangying that day.
In front of Su Xiangying, his smile was very sunny and handsome, but at this moment, this young man's face was filled with an evil aura, especially his eyes, which were extremely cold and could not be seen at all.
Any trace of emotion.
Zhang Xizhe's consciousness was already a little blurry, and he couldn't hear what the young man was saying at all. He just struggled to get up, and said with some difficulty: "Who are you... and why...
Will appear here?.”
"Since you want to know, then I will tell you so that you can die in peace."
The young man squatted down in front of Zhang Xizhe, put his palm on Zhang Xizhe's forehead, and said word by word: "Remember, my name is Jin Shengxian."
As he spoke, a strange bloody light appeared in the young eyes.
Zhang Xizhe wanted to say something more, but he could no longer say it. His expression quickly became dull, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.
Jin Shengxian did not stop, however. At the moment when Zhang Xizhe completely lost consciousness, he took out a thick and long golden needle from his pocket with his other hand. With a move of his hand, the golden needle penetrated directly into Zhang Xizhe's Shenting point.
Zhang Xizhe had completely lost consciousness, but his body stood up strangely at this moment.
Jin Shengxian let go of Zhang Xizhe's hands, took a step back, and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was reciting some mysterious terminology.
Zhang Xizhe's body gradually levitated.
The space behind him actually began to distort, as if an unknown and mysterious door had opened.
Jin Shengxian was still reciting the mysterious terminology. At the moment when the twisted void was about to reach its extreme, he fiercely bit the flesh and blood on the tip of his hand, and a stream of hot blood sprayed onto Zhang Xizhe's forehead.
Zhang Xizhe's eyes, which had lost all their sparkle, suddenly opened at this moment, and their eyes became extremely evil, as if they were like demon spirits.
Jin Shengxian seemed to have finished what he wanted to do. He knelt down directly on his knees and bowed: "Disciple, I respect you, Uncle Master."
Zhang Xizhe's body did not move.
But there is a powerful aura on his body that is rising crazily, and the speed of improvement is very, very terrifying.
This breath turned out to be the breath of a heaven-level powerhouse.
After nearly a hundred breaths, the crazily rising aura on Zhang Xizhe's body gradually stopped.
His eyes suddenly closed at this time.
The aura on his body also disappeared quickly at this moment, the twisted space behind him also quickly dissipated, and the entire hall quickly returned to calm.
Only the golden needle in his Shenting point was still shocking.
Jin Shengxian was still kneeling on the ground, showing no intention of getting up.
After a full ten breaths, Zhang Xizhe's eyes opened again. The evil look in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by an extremely cold look, which was somewhat similar to Jin Shengxian's eyes, but
But even more indifferent.
What this means is already very clear.
This body is still Zhang Xizhe's body, but the soul in his body has been replaced by another person, a mysterious and powerful heaven-level supreme.
Raising his hands, the mysterious Heaven-level Supreme seemed to be looking at his new body, his brows unknowingly frowning slightly.
Jin Shengxian seemed to know what his uncle was thinking, and said quickly: "Uncle, this Nanhua City is too small, and this body is the last carrier I can find."
At the end of the sentence, Jin Shengxian's tone turned out to be a bit nervous.
"It's too weak. It can only carry 70% of my power at most."
A cold voice sounded from Zhang Xizhe's throat, but the voice had completely turned into a strange voice.
This voice came from the mysterious heaven-level supreme powerhouse.
Jin Shengxian's expression became more nervous, but he said: "Uncle Master, with your cultivation level, even if you only have 70% of your strength, you can still sweep away the aliens in China."
Listening to what Jin Shengxian said, it seemed that he was not from China.
The mysterious heaven-level supreme did not speak any more, but looked at Jin Shengxian.
Jin Shengxian's body trembled, and there was a faint look of fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid of something.
"Where is the inheritor of the Sword King now?"
The mysterious heaven-level supreme voice sounded again, and it was obvious that he was coming for Zou Hao.
Jin Shengxian quickly asked: "Uncle Master, do you want to see him now?"
"Forget it, let's wait two days. I have already sensed that there are already many auras of heaven-level experts here. It is not appropriate for our identities to be exposed yet."
The eyes of the mysterious heaven-level supreme suddenly looked at the starry sky outside the window, and then said: "The day of the Star Festival is coming soon, and that's when we can really take action."