The eleven assassins were all over 160 years old, and they had been hunting others their whole lives.
It could be said that they were heavily indebted to blood, and countless souls had died in their hands.
They had never thought that they would be hunted down by someone one day. Furthermore, they were hunted down by a ten-year-old youth to the point where they couldn't even retaliate.
While they were guarding against Zhang Xing, they were also guarding against Dongfang Zhaoyang.
However, they were thinking too much. Dongfang Zhaoyang was currently lying comfortably on the rocking chair in the Dragon Island's internal affairs hall, drinking the monkey wine that Zhang Xing prepared for him.
Although he didn't know where this place was, he could still make a guess.
However, he didn't think of anything else in his heart. He only had a very steady and safe feeling.
With this treasure, Brother Zhang Xing would definitely be safe and sound.
I won't be courteous, let's have a good rest and drink a little wine, haha … …
At this moment, the eleven assassins had finished forming their teams, and they were slightly relieved.
It was much safer now, and Zhang Xing wouldn't be able to succeed so easily.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the scene fell into a short period of silence.
However, this kind of oppressive atmosphere was even more unbearable.
Zhang Xing stood leisurely in the Dragon Island, and didn't launch an attack.
He wanted the eleven assassins to feel this kind of nervous pressure. The longer the time passed, the more impatient they would be, and the more flaws they would have.
As for the table knife in his hand, it was obtained by Black Treasure and the rest from who knows where.
There were a total of more than 20 sets of tableware, and all of them were forged with high quality metal. Ordinary aristocrats couldn't afford to use such tableware.
They were all top-notch aristocrats, such as the Li family, Myriad Sea Mountain, Light City, and so on.
It wasn't that the Dragon Island didn't have sharper weapons, but Zhang Xing didn't know how to use them.
In the end, he could only choose this table knife that wasn't too long, and he could use it as a fist.
Zhang Xing shifted his gaze away from the table knife and smiled.
"It's about time, time to make a move."
After speaking, he flashed out of the Dragon Island.
He was discovered by the assassins as soon as he appeared, and all of their attacks were instantly launched.
This was also Zhang Xing's intention, to attract their attention.
After a series of explosions, the assassins were disappointed. They missed again.
Just as they were about to shift their attention away from this place, Zhang Xing appeared again.
He raised his hand and swung his saber down. Then, he jumped up and disappeared.
Whoosh!
The two assassins only felt a cold wind blow past and instantly lost their vitality.
The last person in this group of three was still in a daze when the two companions beside him fell to the ground.
There were nine people left!
Half of the 18 Samsung Venerable assassins were dead.
"Zhang Xing, come out if you have the guts. Let's fight fair and square. What kind of hero are you if you keep hiding in the dark and launching sneak attacks?"
One of the assassins was on the verge of breaking down and couldn't help but shout.
Ugh!
Zhang Xing was stunned. His face was full of amazement.
"Did I hear it wrong? Are you guys crazy? This is the first time I've heard an assassin say something so heartless."
"Pat your chests and ask yourselves, can you live up to your identities by saying these words?"
"As a person, you can't forget your roots. As an assassin, you can't forget your roots!"
Zhang Xing's mocking voice rolled out from the Dragon Island. The nine assassins also couldn't figure out the exact location.
Ga!
The nine assassins' old faces that were hidden under the black face cloth turned red.
They were speechless after being refuted by Zhang Xing. They only said that because they were scared.
When one of them finished speaking, he regretted it. It was too embarrassing.
As a group of top-notch assassins, how could they say such cowardly words?
They were already at a disadvantage, and now, they were even weaker in terms of momentum.
"Brothers, the mission has already failed. If we continue fighting, we will all die in the hands of this brat. What should we do?"
"There's no other way, we can only … retreat!"
The nine assassins nodded at the same time and retreated in all directions. It was good that one of them could escape. Whether they lived or died depended on their luck.