Two fists were no match for four hands.
Jiang Tang only managed to hold on for a while before he was beaten down by Magic Dragon Ah Zi, Red Dragon Hong Leng, and Space-Time Dragon Yi Nian.
Three against one, it would be strange if he didn't lose.
If not for Zhang Xing's restraint, Jiang Tang would have been crippled even if he didn't die.
The remaining dragons were all fighting two against one.
The two ancestors of the Ling Family were beaten up in the morning, and they were beaten up again at night.
They were so aggrieved that they wanted to bite their tongues and commit suicide.
Were these damned people from the Hidden Family or not?
They were Samsung Saints, why didn't they follow the rules?
They beat up two One-Star Battle-Saints and even ganged up on them …
"Stop fighting …"
Jiang Tang roared.
"Let's leave!"
A wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. If he angered them, he would be beaten to death.
It was rumored that the hidden families never killed Saints, so they didn't kill them either.
It seemed that they were most likely from the hidden families.
"Enough!"
Zhang Xing waved his hand, and only then did the nine dragons stop reluctantly.
The four bruised Saints got up from the ground.
"Inform all the warriors in the family to leave immediately!"
Jiang Tang's voice was a little distorted, but one could roughly understand what he meant.
The warriors who heard the order immediately blew the horn to retreat.
Just as they were about to leave, they heard a faint voice behind them.
"Leave everything you've stolen to me."
With a shudder, the four of them stomped their feet and flew out of the Apothecary Guild without looking back.
Just a moment ago, in front of the Xuantian Sect.
Sect Master Zhang Xuan, Vice Sect Master Wei Yiren, and Zhang Yuanfang were all kneeling on the ground, waiting to be dealt with.
The Jiang Family, Ling Family, and Shao Family's people rushed into the treasury and put everything into their storage rings.
Not only that, every corner of the sect was plundered.
As long as there was something useful, it was taken away.
The One-Star Battle-Saints from the three families stood in front of Zhang Xuan.
"Zhang Xuan, as long as you give up all your belongings, I promise to spare your lives."
Zhang Xuan's face was full of despair. The Zhang Family had gone through three wars and finally rose up from adversity.
But now, it was ruined in his hands, and it hadn't even been a hundred years!
Sigh …
If he were to hand over everything, he would die. If he didn't hand it over, he would also die. What was there to hand over?
It would be better to leave all the resources to future generations.
He knew that all martial artists above the Fifth Star Exalt Realm had to die.
They were determined not to let the people of the Southern Continent grow!
Pitiful!
Poor people born in the Southern Continent!
"You're not going to tell me?
Teach him a lesson! "
Seeing that Zhang Xuan was determined to fight to the bitter end, one of the Ling Clan elders waved his hand.
An Eight-Star Elder of the Profound Heaven Sect, who was kneeling on the far left, was beheaded.
The heads with their eyes wide open rolled to the front of the crowd. It was a tragic sight …
"If you don't want to talk, then I'll continue!"
Zhang Xuan gritted his teeth, his eyes glazed over, but he still refused to speak.
"Good!
Very good!
Looks like you're stubborn to the end. Continue! "
Just as the machete was raised in the air, the bugle horn for the retreat sounded.
"What's going on?
Why are you retreating so early? "
"It is quite strange …"
The One Star Saint Elders of the three clans were all confused.
Then, Ginger Soup's voice could be heard from the Magic Sound Transmission Stone.
"Return all the things you stole."
After saying that, the voice transmission stone dimmed. There was no explanation.
"What's going on?
Why do we have to return the things we stole? "
"I don't know!"
"We can't disobey Senior Jiang's orders. Carry it out."
"But …"
A One Star Elder of the Shao Clan looked at Zhang Xuan.
"Consider yourself unlucky. Senior Jiang didn't say that killing is forbidden. You can go die first."
As he spoke, he slapped Zhang Xuan's head.
Zhang Xuan closed his eyes in despair …
Boom!
After the sound, Zhang Xuan didn't feel any pain and tried to move.
"I'm not dead?"
When he opened his eyes, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.
"Is that you, Zhang Xing?"