"Stop shouting. The person who killed your grandson is right in front of you. Why are you looking around?"
Swoosh!
Sheng Long turned his head to look.
"It's you?"
He looked at Zhang Xing in disbelief.
This young man was standing calmly at the same spot. He didn't even move his little finger.
How could it be him?
No!
No, there must be someone else.
How could it be a young man who could kill someone in front of them without leaving a trace?
His grandson's body didn't fall, but his head rolled to his feet. Someone was controlling it.
Based on this precise control, the person who came was definitely a High Combat Emperor.
Sheng Long stared at Zhang Xing for a moment. He still couldn't believe it.
He then looked at the warrior for help.
However, the warrior smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I didn't notice it was him. There was nothing unusual in the surroundings."
"Alright, stop guessing. I killed him. If you want revenge, then come. If you don't want revenge, then get lost."
Zhang Xing didn't want to waste any more time with them.
From the time Zhang Xing entered the arena to the time he used the wind blade to cut off Sheng Kaituo's head, it was only two minutes.
At this moment, the people from the Dongfang family and the Sheng family had stopped fighting. They gathered at both sides, waiting for the next order.
Sheng Shao was dead. To them, it was a big deal.
Looking at the sad, confused and angry face of the patriarch, the eyes of the people from the Sheng family turned red. As long as the patriarch gave the order, they would rush up and chop Zhang Xing into pieces.
"Good!
Good!
Good!
You have guts. Since you admitted that you killed my grandson, then I won't be polite. "
"Chop him and the people from the Dongfang family into pieces. Let them be buried with my grandson!"
Sheng Long squinted his eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He pointed at Zhang Xing and the others and said fiercely.
The five hundred people from the Sheng family were like wild horses. They roared and waved their swords.
When the people from the Dongfang family wanted to move, they were stopped by Zhang Xing.
"You have fewer people. You are no match for them. Let me do it."
"No!"
Dongfang Chengye immediately shouted.
"Little brother, don't take the risk. There are too many of them. Let us go."
"Ying 'er, take this little brother and leave immediately. Call your brother. Go as far as you can and never come back."
"Today, the Dongfang family will fight the Sheng family to the death."
"Ying 'er, why aren't you leaving? What are you standing there for?"
As Dongfang Chengye spoke, he took a steel knife from his subordinate's hand. However, he saw his granddaughter staring blankly ahead, as if she hadn't heard his words.
He then looked at all the juniors and his most loyal subordinates. They all had the same expression as his granddaughter.
He felt that there was something wrong. When he turned around, he was also stunned.
More than five hundred of the Sheng family's elite fighters were lying on the ground.
The remaining fifty or so people were trembling as they retreated.
For every step the youth took forward, they took three steps back.
At this time, he had already retreated behind Sheng Long and the warrior.
The two of them also drew their weapons and retreated cautiously.
"I've said it before. If you don't want to die, then scram. Now, it seems like you want to die. Then, I'll fulfill your wish."
Zhang Xing stopped and said calmly.
Just when Zhang Xing was talking, the warrior thought that it was a good time to attack.
This young man's combat power was terrifying. His instantaneous magic was too fast. It was so fast that even a high-level combat emperor like him couldn't see it clearly.
However, a magician was not a warrior. Close combat was not their forte.
This young man is too arrogant. He actually dared to come within three meters of me.
He's dead meat!
The warrior's broadsword instantly slashed down. The target was the center of Zhang Xing's head.
Emperor level skill, one slash in two!
Ding!
A scene that made everyone's jaw drop appeared.
That fierce slash that carried the force of a thunderbolt was gently caught by two fingers.