"There are still seven assassins. Let's kill them all!"
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Xing landed on top of Black Treasure's head and quickly rushed toward Bai Chang, who was closest to him.
The assassins were not too far apart from each other. They were only a few hundred meters apart.
Zhang Xing's situation had already been noticed by the others.
They no longer had the heart to continue fighting. Even if they could injure the giant dragon in front of them, they would not be able to escape Zhang Xing's pursuit.
Everything that happened outside was displayed in Dongfang Zhaoyang's eyes. This was an exciting short film that Zhang Xing had specially let him watch.
At this moment, Dongfang Zhaoyang had completely relaxed. He raised his glass to the assassins.
"Haha, everyone, have a safe journey. I raise my glass to send you all off!"
Although Dongfang Zhaoyang was drinking leisurely, his heart was not calm.
He had already seen Zhang Xing's potential to be invincible.
The allied army led by the four major powers of the Damo Kingdom had been defeated by his nine dragons and one dark knight.
The assassin group's sure-kill situation had become a joke.
Who else in this world could kill Zhang Xing?
Dongfang Zhaoyang was very glad that he had met this little brother in his lifetime.
He believed that he would definitely be able to see the day when Zhang Xing dominated the Shenglong Continent. That day would not be too far away.
Perhaps twenty years, perhaps ten years, perhaps …
Outside, the assassin who was fighting the white dragon saw Zhang Xing and Black Treasure flying over. He immediately gave up the fight and turned to run in another direction.
Zhang Xing looked at him coldly. He did not speed up. Instead, he maintained a constant speed and flew over unhurriedly.
Boom!
The assassin who was running for his life suddenly felt a strong gust of wind blowing over.
He hurriedly took a defensive stance.
He saw a giant dragon tail appear out of thin air and sweep toward him.
Thump, thump, thump!
Caught off guard, the assassin took three steps back, and his fleeing figure stopped.
This was …
That's right. Zhang Xing had nine dragons. Only eight had appeared just now. This was the one that was hiding in the dark.
Long Yinian didn't continue to attack. The order given to him by Boss was to stop any killer who wanted to escape.
Although the tail just now had shaken the killer back, his tail did not feel good either. This showed how powerful the Samsung War Venerable was.
The assassin looked around and soon found another opening. Without any hesitation, he took off and ran!
He had only dashed a dozen meters away when he felt his vision darken. Under the bright moonlight, a huge dragon shadow blocked his path.
Damn it!
The assassin immediately turned around and continued to flee.
However, Zhang Xing had already arrived.
"I've said it before. None of you can escape. Unless you die, your souls will escape to hell!"
Zhang Xing stood on top of Black Treasure's head. His faint voice reached the killer's ears.
The three dragons surrounded him. The assassin knew that it was hopeless to break out of the encirclement, so he could only give it his all.
"Zhang Xing, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. If I win by half a move, you'll let me go. If I lose, you can take my life."
The assassin raised the thin sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Xing.
"Sure!" Zhang Xing's face was expressionless as he spat out two words coldly.
Then, he took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of the assassin from above Black Treasure's head. He swung his sword.
The assassin was secretly delighted. 'I'm a Samsung War Venerable after all. My chances of winning against you, a One-Star Venerable, are very high.'
Whoosh!
The assassin's figure flashed and dodged the sword energy. The thin sword instantly stabbed out from a tricky angle.
Poof!
The sword hit the artery in Zhang Xing's neck.
Hmph!
'You dare to fight a top-notch assassin with a small table knife? You're courting death.'
However, in the next moment, he felt something strange.
The slender sword didn't stab into a material object, but rather nothingness, as if it had stabbed into thin air.
His eyes narrowed and the thin sword twisted. With a poof, Zhang Xing's body shattered.
'No!
This is … Magic Mirror Image! '