Although Feng Zhong was shocked, he was also trembling in fear.
His attack on Zhang Xing was equivalent to a declaration of war.
If he did not catch Zhang Xing as soon as possible, those four damned dragons would come and kick him when he gave the order.
Although he did not know how he did it, he did not believe that he could avoid it a second time.
Feng Zhong decided to continue catching Zhang Xing.
Whoosh!
Without further ado, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Damn!
Damn it!
When he returned to his original position, Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei had disappeared again.
Feng Zhong turned his head. Sure enough, that kid was on the other side, holding a teacup and showing off to him.
The more anxious he was, the more unhappy he was.
It was not that Zhang Xing did not want to fight with Feng Zhong, but he felt that there was no need.
His current strength was about the same as a six-star war elder, and it would take a few hundred moves to determine the winner.
With Black Treasure and the other Four Dragons available, why bother?
"Boss, this guy is dead."
Hearing Black Dragon's voice, Feng Zhong's heart skipped a beat.
Not good, now was not the time to think about catching Zhang Xing, he had to run immediately.
"Is it time to kick him?"
Black Treasure's gaze moved to Feng Zhong's face.
Coincidentally, his gaze met with that of the door outside the hall.
Feng Zhong trembled and hurriedly avoided Black Dragon's sharp gaze.
"Eh, Boss, I think this guy is going to run away."
Feng Zhong's face turned bitter. My Grandpa Black, can you be a little smarter?
You could tell with just one look. Which school did you graduate from? You caused my death.
"Black Treasure, the four of you continue. Anyway, kicking one to death is still kicking. Kick one more to death so that they can keep each other company."
Zhang Xing said indifferently.
When the elders of the Hall of Silver heard this, they immediately felt a chill run through their heads.
This brat was indeed vicious and merciless. He was indeed worthy of being the legendary God of Death.
Palace Lord Mo had been injured by three Class Eight Dragons, and then kicked to death by this kid.
Now, it was Yu Li and Feng Zhong's turn.
Was he sent by the heavens to kick the Assassin Palace Lord?!
"Zhang Xing, let's talk things out. There's no deep hatred between us. It's just a small misunderstanding. Why don't we just let it go?"
"I'm willing to take out a large amount of spirit stones and treasures to befriend you."
"I am the Hall Master of the Assassin Palace of the Rank 6 Kanyu Empire. I am a man of my word."
"If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I will definitely be there."
After saying that, Feng Zhong brought out a storage ring.
Then, he took out a jade token and said, "This is the only Grand Elder's token that I have. Please accept it."
"Although you are an honorary Great Elder, you have the authority to mobilize all personnel in any branch of the Kanyu Empire to work for you."
"Oh?
Give it to me. "
Zhang Xing pondered for a moment. It seemed that being able to recruit a group of assassins to work for him wasn't a bad idea.
At least in the Kanyu Empire, he would be able to receive any news in a timely manner.
Feng Zhong's eyes lit up. This was a turning point. He was overjoyed, but he still carefully looked at the Four Dragons.
Hei Bao and the others were glaring at him like a tiger watching its prey. Feng Zhong nodded and bowed to them with a smile.
With a smile on his face, Zhang Xuan walked up to Zhang Xing and passed his storage ring and identity token over.
At the same time, he said in a low voice, "Grand Elder, how do you think we should deal with them?"
This was a sign that they were going to submit their loyalty.
Compared to Mo Liuxia, Feng Zhong was like heaven and earth.
Feng Zhong was a classic example of someone who would sail according to the wind. Mo Liuxia was slightly worse.
However, this was also because the hatred between him and Mo Liuxia was too deep. It couldn't be resolved.