Boom boom boom!
Mo Liuxia blocked three of the Four Dragons' claws, but Long Wenjing's tail smashed into his buttocks.
Pfft!
He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Half of it was because he was angry.
The Four Dragons were obviously toying with him and did not use their full strength.
From the looks of it, he really wanted to beat him up and humiliate him before taking his own life.
He was so angry that his hair stood on end. He wanted to turn around and pounce on Zhang Xing, hug him and bite him to death!
Unfortunately, Mo Liuxia could not split himself. He was like a ball being kicked around by the Four Dragons. How could he have the ability to bite Zhang Xing to death?
Hate!
He hated Zhang Xing to the bone!
At this moment, his face was distorted and he looked like a mad dog.
His neat hair was disheveled and his clean robe was riddled with holes. There were scratches all over his body.
Blood seeped out from the scratches.
His facial features were especially terrible. Even the Great Elder of the Hall of Silver would not be able to recognize him as Hall Master Mo Liuxia.
Every time the Nangong Family looked at him, their faces would tremble.
Those who were timid did not dare to look at him directly. They lowered their heads and prayed for the heavens to protect them.
"Zhang Xing, you will die a horrible death. I have lived a noble life, how can I be humiliated like this …"
At this moment, Mo Liuxia had been beaten to the point that he was completely powerless. Even though he had the cultivation of a Six Star War Supremacy, he could not use it at all.
He knew that he could not escape, so he simply put on a scoundrel's attitude and cursed loudly.
Zhang Xing looked at him coldly and raised his hand to signal the Four Dragons to stop attacking.
Zhang Xing slowly walked forward and did not speak. He came to Mo Liuxia's side and kicked him hard.
Pa!
Everyone's eyelids trembled and they could not help but look away.
Pa!
Two kicks!
Pa …
Three kicks, four kicks …
Everyone counted silently in their hearts.
Until the eighteenth time, there was only a pop.
Everyone looked at him from the corner of their eyes.
At the same time, his pupils shrank, and he abruptly looked over.
All that was left of Mo Liuxia was a headless corpse.
Where's the head?
Everyone scanned the surroundings of the corpse.
They saw a blurry mass …
Blergh!
Some people could not help but vomit on the spot.
Too ruthless!
He had actually kicked the head of the Hall of Silver Master of the Hall of Assassins!
Everyone looked at Zhang Xing with astonishment.
A piercing chill instantly filled his entire body.
The whole place was silent!
Plop!
Nangong Qiige's eyes rolled back as she fainted from fright.
Nangong Qirui's eyes were dull and his mind was blank. He didn't realize that his daughter had fainted.
On Dragon Island, Dongfang Zhaoyang's mouth twitched, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
Fine!
You brat, you're better than me!
I've been indecisive all my life, and I've never accomplished anything big.
It was precisely because he did not have such a vicious and merciless nature.
Kicking the Hall of Silver Master to death was more intimidating than directly killing him.
He believed that it would not be long before the Hall of Silver headquarters received this news.
No matter what kind of emotions they had, their fear of you was definitely the number one.
Even if they were unwilling and wanted to avenge their Hall Master, they did not dare to act rashly.
Six-star War Venerables were not cabbages that could be harvested easily. Their Hall of Silver would at most have two or three Six-star War Venerables.
A Hall Master had already died, so who would dare to seek trouble at this time?
Anyone with a brain would choose to conceal their strength and recuperate.
The assassin group that had been famous in the Shenglong Continent for hundreds of years had really kicked an iron plate this time.