Chapter 408: Clean up, kill everyone, don't let the news leak

Prince Fusu only felt his leg stiffen immediately, and then he was unable to move.

His complexion immediately turned ugly.

"What is this thing?"

"If I am not mistaken, this kind of craftsmanship can only be forged by the Mohist school."

"But the philosophy of the Mohist school is absolutely impossible to create such a terrifying weapon."

"So these silver needles installed inside were definitely designed by someone else."

Zhang Liang also said with a gloomy face.

The craftsmanship of this weapon was extremely ingenious, and only the Mohists could design it.

Could it be that the Mohists also had a connection with the people behind these black-clad men?

"Humph."

"How does the taste of my Rainstorm Needles feel?"

That group of black-clad men crawled up from the ground again, and then their gazes fixed on Zhang Liang and Prince Fusu.

Now, the only ones who could survive on the entire field were probably just these few people.

The only one who did not suffer any harm was Er Mazi, who was lying on the ground supporting Shi Feng.

Er Mazi had already noticed the situation on the field at this time.

He did not expect that his former companions and past rivals had all died.

Everyone had a look of horror on their faces, their eyes wide, and their faces even showed a look of unwillingness.

"How is this possible?"

A look of horror also appeared on Er Mazi's face.

It was an instant.

In an instant, so many people lost their lives.

How terrifying was this weapon?

"I will not let you hurt the Young Master."

Feeling the gazes of these black-clad men, Er Mazi picked up a long sword from the ground in a panic and stood in front of Prince Fusu.

Prince Fusu, sitting on the ground, could see clearly.

The person in front of him, although standing firmly in front of him,

had legs that were trembling slightly.

No one could not fear death.

The group of black-clad men in front of him had powerful strength; clearly, facing them, he would definitely have no chance of survival.

Er Mazi himself also clearly knew this point.

But he had promised his boss to protect the Young Master.

He absolutely could not let the Young Master suffer any harm in front of him.

Although he knew that with his own strength, he could not protect the Young Master at all.

Then he could only let himself die before the Young Master.

His boss was dead, Fatty was dead, and his companions were all dead.

He was still alive.

What meaning did this have?

For this small fry in front of them, this group of black-clad men did not hold him in their eyes at all.

The long sword in the hand of the black-clad man on the outermost side was shot out.

It was aimed directly at Er Mazi's face.

Er Mazi looked at the long sword flying toward him with horror,

and then, in extreme despair, he directly closed his eyes.

Just as he thought he was waiting for death to arrive, a crisp sound rang out in front of him.

"Wanting to kill someone in front of this young master, did you get my permission?"

A figure appeared on the tree above their heads.

Whether it was Er Mazi, or Prince Fusu and Zhang Liang, the three of them could not help but look up.

A look of vigilance appeared on Zhang Liang's face.

Because from beginning to end, he had not felt the existence of this person at all.

He did not know at all when this person had appeared above their heads.

If this person was also here to kill them,

he feared that without him even feeling it, their lives would already be lost. ===== CHAPTER 410 =====