Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 59 Knowing You're Wrong and Making a Mistake, Provoking and Killing the General

"Help, Dad!"

I saw the vermilion gate of the Zhao residence and the elite guards standing before it.

Zhao Xingwu's almost broken spirit was rekindled.

Shouting for help, he hurriedly jumped off the carriage and stepped off the whirlwind.

This stretch of road is neither too long nor too short.

Three streets.

There were a total of three groups of constables and two groups of martial arts practitioners who tried to intercept them. After dozens of people fell, no one dared to stop them anymore.

All that could be seen was a person with a sword, leisurely following behind the carriage.

It was clear that he wasn't walking very fast.

But I've never been able to shake it off.

"Even if you call me father, it won't make a difference."

A voice seemed to be ringing in my ear from behind, its tone carrying a chilling coldness.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Zhao Xingwu glanced back.

Just then, the second steward, Zhao Yulin, ran up behind him, and half of a blood-dripping sword tip appeared on his chest, near his heart.

Through Zhao Yulin's trembling, stiff shoulders, one could see a monkey-like face and the coldness emanating from his bloodshot eyes.

"what……"

He was so terrified that his soul almost left his body.

The door to my home is so close, yet so far away.

A mere seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-60 meters) felt like an insurmountable cha

"thump……"

Zhao Xingwu made the wisest decision of his life.

Only in this way can one avoid death.

His running steps froze on the spot, his crotch was wet, he suddenly turned around and lay prostrate on the ground, crying, "I know I was wrong, I will never target the Lu family of Huichuntang again, and I don't want the sword manual anymore."

My father is expected to be promoted this year, and my brother is the top scholar in Xiangzhou this year. His future is bright. The Zhao family can provide you with a great deal of assistance..."

After all, he's not stupid.

Even though he was so frightened that he vomited yellow fluid, he still cleverly guessed it.

Where did this crisis of mine come from?
Whose side is this monkey-faced man standing up for...?

Kneeling down to admit fault on the spot was obviously to appease the other party, while bringing up his father and brothers was to instill fear in them. He needed to weigh whether offending the Zhao family was truly worthwhile.

As long as we miss today and save our lives, finding the other party again won't be difficult.

Spoiled brats aren't actually stupid; they've just been spoiled rotten since childhood because they've always gotten whatever they wanted.

Lu Wubing's monkey face twitched slightly, as if he were smiling.

"You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die."

He looked into Zhao Xingwu's eyes, which were filled with a mixture of fear and hope, shook his head, and with a single stroke of his sword, pierced through the air and into Zhao Xingwu's throat.

Tears streamed down Zhao Xingwu's face, his body convulsed, and his expression was one of utter bewilderment...

I've already gone this far, why is this person still so relentless?

He never understood one thing until he died.

Life is not a game; some things, once done, cannot be undone.

There aren't that many things in this world that can be laughed off.

It was all out of necessity, a matter of weighing the pros and cons.

When the other party doesn't care about certain things, he can only pay the price.

"Xingwu..."

At the gate of the Zhao family residence, a refined scholar dressed in a white robe and wearing a jade crown appeared.

The scholar still held the book in his hands, his face full of disbelief.

The roar shattered the gentle warmth on his face, but it couldn't shake the icy calmness in his eyes.

The young scholar shuddered, but immediately regained his composure, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Release the arrows."

"Om..."

A volley of crossbow bolts was fired.

As the arrow pierced the wind...

The young scholar gave the order again.

"Chief Xu, if you can capture and kill this scoundrel, I will guarantee you the position of city garrison commander, a real official post."

As for the rest, those who make meritorious contributions will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and promoted to the third rank... Those who die in battle will have their families cared for and their children raised by the Zhao family.” Upon hearing this,

Forty or fifty servants rushed out of the Zhao residence, all clad in half-body armor, wielding swords and spears, roaring as they charged forward.

The leading general, clad in fish-scale chainmail and wielding a black tiger-headed spear, leaped forward like a tiger descending a mountain.

"Death!"

This person came with fierce and aggressive momentum.

Amidst the whistling of arrows, he had already reached Lu Wubing's side.

The spear blade shook out three bowl-sized spear flowers, and the shaft twisted and hummed like a dragon.

He shakily turned a fine steel spear into a tangled mess.

Their offensive was unpredictable, their gunfire as fierce as thunder.

【Thunderbolt Style】

……

"Good marksmanship, but it's a pity he's just a dog for others."

Lu Wubing leaned to the side, tucked in his stomach, and lowered his head to dodge the three arrows. He took a step into the air, but before he could even leave, the spear blade was already at his chest.

A sharp, piercing chill simultaneously emanated from my left and right chest and lower abdomen (Dantian).

Therefore, he knew that the Zhao family retainer in front of him was indeed very skilled with a spear.

The spear thrust unfolded like thunder and lightning, its powerful muscles and bones, and its vital energy flowing like a torrent.

Its attack power is much stronger than the giant axe of Song Zhong, which they encountered that day.

He was almost on par with that "Yin Yang Monk".

No wonder the Zhao family practically controls everything in Mingyang City and doesn't really take the Tianxing Sect seriously. They can easily refute Jin Yutang's reputation.

He was just a mere retainer, yet he barely approached the strength level of the 79th-ranked member on the Jianghu Black List.

Moreover, there are so many archers and crossbowmen, as well as skilled guards protecting the house.

If Zhao Shilian were to recruit one or two more extraordinary individuals to his side, it wouldn't be surprising if his temper became inflated.

The thought crossed my mind.

The aura emanating from Lu Wubing rose like flames.

The figure, which was originally faint, transformed into a fleeting, illusory light in an instant.

Three gunshots flashed by.

The air in front of them rippled like waves, and a white hand suddenly appeared at the center of the rounded gun barrel.

bang...

A heavy, resounding sound echoed in everyone's ears.

The gun barrel first bent into a crescent shape, then bounced back.

The tip of the spear was already scattered and broken.

Xu Yunshen knew something was wrong. He half-turned, took a step, and dragged his gun behind him as he walked away... His body crouched down, almost touching the ground.

He sensed something was wrong when his lightning strike only struck the afterimage.

He knew that the one who came was no match for him.

Immediately afterward, before he could draw his spear and thrust again, his opponent had already closed in, and with a single palm strike, even the steel spear shaft bent slightly.

At the same time, four layers of force, each stronger than the last, were transmitted to his palm, attacking him at the crucial moment when he was breathing and relaxing, making it almost impossible for him to hold the spear tip.

His footwork, eyesight, and timing were all perfectly controlled.

The opponent's internal strength is not strong.

However, their combat strength is ridiculously high.

He couldn't even unleash his full potential, despite possessing the peak of the fifth rank of the Blood Exchange Realm external martial arts.

It's as if someone can see right through you.

In the critical moment, Xu Yunshen fled with his spear, but the spear behind him, like a venomous snake in the grass, suddenly raised its head... and with a flick of its wrist, it thrust out diagonally like lightning.

[Electrical type]

This move was the "Returning Spear" technique that Xu Yunshen had practiced diligently for twenty years.

Feigning defeat to attack the enemy, a gunshot rang out and the enemy was killed.

Over the years, seven or eight masters who were more skilled than him have died from this single shot.

He was confident that the opponent would be injured, if not killed, upon first encountering such an attack.

As long as they hold them off, and wait for the well-trained servants to surround and entangle them, then the household's guardian deity, Master Tang, will surely be able to capture and kill them on the spot.

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(End of this chapter)