Chapter 27: Fight to the Death

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The earth shook, a massive mushroom cloud shot up into the sky, and the entire scene was shrouded in dust. After tens of breaths had passed, when the dust had dispersed, the ten people standing on the battlefield were all covered in dust and looked disheveled. At this moment, Zhang Huaming's upper body was exposed, with blood and water constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth. The nine black-clad men who had fought him didn't look much better either. The only one who looked relatively unscathed was that martial artist at the Wu Wang boundary.

  Pffft! Zhang Huaming spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his body began to sway.

  "Bad, my true energy is exhausted." After Zhang Huaming spat out a mouthful of blood, he began to feel anxious in his heart. He swept his eyes around the battlefield and was even more shocked, because the original battlefield had been blasted out of a huge and bottomless deep pit, which had actually lowered several meters on the ground.

  "Kill!" In the deep pit, nine people heard the order of the martial king's cultivation, and the nine figures rushed towards Zhang Huaming who was on the verge of collapse.

  "Damn it, I'll give it my all." Zhang Huaming saw that there was no room for choice in this situation, so he steeled himself and with his hands moving like a pianist's over the seven major hidden cavities on his body, the next moment, a powerful aura burst forth from his body.

  "Kill!" Zhang Huaming suddenly shouted, at this moment he felt as if he had returned to that crazy scene of years ago.

  Puff! A faint sound echoed, and a bulge appeared in Zhang Huaming's abdomen. His hands trembled slightly, and the next moment, a scratching sound was heard, and a figure slowly fell to the ground.

  "Die!" Zhang Huaming's mouth was bleeding from one corner, his eyes had turned completely red, and with that ferocious expression, he looked like a soul collector from hell.

  "Kill!" The people of the Wu Wang border saw this scene, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble a little. However, at this moment, they could no longer afford to retreat. They were very clear about their young master's temperament, and if they didn't complete their mission, the consequences of going back would be more tragic than death itself. Anyway, it was all just death, so they might as well fight with all their might.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of impacts echoed through the deep pit, causing it to shake again, and dust flew up into the air.

  Zhang Huaming was originally swollen with true energy inside his body, and the pain was unbearable. At this moment, he completely adopted a life-and-death approach to attack, and the pain of those enemies hitting his body could actually alleviate the swelling pain in his body. So his attack became more and more desperate, on the one hand, he wanted to quickly resolve the enemy, because he knew that his seven-star acupoint secret method was very short-lived, and on the other hand, he wanted to use the enemy's attacking pain to alleviate the chaotic true energy inside his body.

  "Let me go." A familiar voice of Zhang Huaming rang out.

  "What?" Zhang Huaming's offensive paused, his eyes glanced at the deep ditch, and he saw a dozen figures appearing on the edge of the ditch. The Yu Yan who had just run away was now being held by a black-clothed man.

  "Let her go!" Zhang Huaming suddenly became enraged, his feet pushing off the ground as he sprinted towards the black-clad figure by the deep ditch like a wild goose.

  "Dragon Capturing Hand!" Zhang Huaming disregarded the fact that his internal energy was about to explode and used up all his true energy to execute the most exhausting yet most effective lifesaving technique.

  "Roar!" A golden giant dragon burst out of Zhang Huaming's palms and charged straight at the black-clothed man standing on the edge of the deep pit, grabbing Yu Yan.

  "Despicable!" The black-clothed man was startled for a moment when he saw the giant dragon, but as a martial arts master, how could he be intimidated by this small formation? He slapped out a palm with one hand towards the golden dragon.

  "Roar!" The Golden Dragon suddenly seemed like a living creature in the void, dodging the black-clad man's palm strike that came out of nowhere.

  "What?" The black-clad man's expression changed slightly as he saw this, his hands clasped together in a high-handed gesture. In the instant it took him to divide his attention, one of Golden Dragon's massive claws was already hurtling towards him.

  "Roar!" The golden dragon's single claw collided with the black-clad man, while another claw grabbed the black-clad man who was holding Yu Yan, and the massive dragon body retreated back to Zhang Huaming's side using the force of the collision.

  "Yu Yan, are you alright?" Zhang Huaming asked with concern, his mouth corner bleeding.

  Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Zhang Huaming risk his life to save her.

  "Kill him." The leader of the black-clad men, seeing that he had been careless and suffered a loss, suddenly became enraged, waving his hand, and the dozen or so subordinates following him rushed towards Zhang Huaming, who was on the verge of collapse. Behind these dozen or so dark figures, nine more disheveled black-clad men appeared in hot pursuit.

  "Be careful, young master." Yu Yan's face turned pale with shock at this scene.

  "Haha!" Zhang Huaming's face revealed a sinister smile, and he actually took the initiative to advance, welcoming the incoming black-clothed men.

  "Damn it, this kid is a madman." Tianba saw this scene in the empty space battle and secretly cursed a sentence in his heart. Although he was cursing in his heart, he had a respectful mind towards Zhang Huaming.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of physical collisions rang out, Zhang Huaming had abandoned any techniques at this moment and adopted the most primitive way of fighting - close combat. Those enemies who were already in close proximity to him also couldn't use their techniques to fight, so they too resorted to a fierce and intense hand-to-hand combat.

  Both sides fought fiercely, and it can be said that all possible ways to hurt the enemy were used. In just a short span of ten-odd breaths, the black-clad side lost four more high-ranking Wu Zong cultivators, while Zhang Huaming's price was his left hand dangling limply, apparently with a shattered arm bone.

  "My goodness, when did such a ruthless person appear." The leader of the black-clad men stood outside the battlefield, watching the scenes unfolding within, and for some reason, he felt a sense of trepidation towards Zhang Huaming, probably intimidated by Zhang's ferocity.

  At this moment, Zhang Huaming is covered in blood all over his body, and there is not a single intact place on his body. One eye has a severe concave feeling, his left arm is swinging back and forth in the air, one leg is standing on the ground, and the other leg has a severe fracture, looking like he has suffered serious injuries.

  Zhang Huaming felt exhausted all over, his dantian was empty and hollow, his eyes began to blur and hallucinate, he knew he had reached the limit of his endurance. This was the consequence of using the Seven Star Acupoint Secret Method, at this moment he was relying solely on the strong willpower from his previous life to support him.

  Puff!!! A burst of fresh blood splashed out, the last opponent fell in front of him, and Zhang Huaming himself shook his body several times before crashing down.

  "Gongzi, how are you?" Yu Yan helped up the fallen Zhang Huaming with concern and asked, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

  "Haha! Cough cough!" Zhang Huaming had wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood spurted out.

  "Master, master..." Yu Yan was shocked and pale, stretching out her delicate hands to help Zhang Huaming wipe away the blood on his face, calling out as she did.

  "Tap tap tap!" A faint footstep sound arose.

  Yu Yan raised her head and saw the black-clothed leader who had caught him earlier walking towards her, so she put down Zhang Huaming and stretched out both arms to block the ground in front of Zhang Huaming: "I can go back with you, let him go."

  The man in black shook his head and said, "No."

  "Swish!" A gleam of knife light flashed, and a delicate small dagger appeared on Yu Yan's neck, lying horizontally across her slender, pale neck.

  "If you really want to kill him, then I'll die in front of you first. Let's see how you explain it to your young master when you go back." Yu Yan's tone was full of threat.

  "Ah!" The man in black heard this and furrowed his brow, his expression changing several times before he let out a long sigh and said: "Alright! I'll spare him, but you must come with me quietly."

  "Good."

  "No way." A loud shout rang out, shocking both the man in black and Yu Yan.

  Only to see Zhang Huaming, who was originally lying on the ground, swaying and standing up from the ground, his eyes were red as he stared at the man in black and said coldly: "If you want to take Yu Yan away, unless you step over my body."

  Within less than a mile from the battlefield, four batches of cavalry were hiding. What a joke! The explosion triggered by Zhang Huaming and the first batch of nine people in front had already spread to Kyoto, and as one of the strongmen of the Four Great Houses, how could he not have felt the disturbance?

  "Ancestor, what do you think?" Zheng Biao asked with a respectful expression, looking up at Zheng Hui.

  "Bo Er, this matter is of great importance and not something we can intervene in." Zheng Hui said with a serious expression, he couldn't understand how the people from Ghost Mountain ended up in his remote small country.

  "Yes, Ancestor."

  "Ancestor, aren't we going to lend a hand?" Zhang Xiao Tian asked with a puzzled expression.

  "This matter is not something we can intervene in." Zhang Xiao Tian said with a gloomy expression, not that he didn't want to help, but rather he didn't dare to. What kind of power was Guishan? To put it bluntly, if the four major sects were to encounter someone from Guishan, they would have to retreat and give way, let alone their small country's minor powers, which in Guishan's eyes were nothing but a tiny ant that could be crushed at will. If they were to take action, Zhang's family might become history within three days.

  In this way, the four major families have performed one after another. Even those who are a bit hot-blooded and want to lend a hand to Zhang Huaming have been ordered by their own ancestors.