Chapter 882: Prince Ning's Probing!

Qixia Town, Hua Residence.

After the four flower-picking thieves broke in, they encountered Tang Bohu.

Seeing that the four people before him actually wanted to find Qiuxiang, Tang Bohu immediately offered to lead the way for them.

But the place he took them to was not the courtyard where Qiuxiang and the others were, but Steward Wu's room.

"Hehehe, little baby, we're here!"

Rubbing their hands happily, the flower-picking thieves swarmed in and even closed the door behind them.

Watching this scene in shock, Tang Bohu gulped and then retreated a few steps.

Sure enough, just as exclamations sounded from inside, Steward Wu immediately roared, "What the hell is poking me!"

Hearing this voice, the four flower-picking thieves immediately said, "A man?"

"Hmm? Who are you people?"

Issuing a challenge, Steward Wu roared angrily.

"A-da!"

Striking Steward Wu in the face with a backhand punch, the leader immediately roared, "Quick, go catch the one who led the way just now!"

However, just as they rushed out, they saw Tang Bohu holding a lantern and saying, "Hehehe, brothers, I didn't take you to the wrong place, did I?"

"You bastard, daring to toy with us, kill you first!"

Looking at Tang Bohu before them, the few men couldn't help but be annoyed and ashamed.

But facing them, Tang Bohu smiled indifferently, and then his aura began to turn icy cold.

But just as Tang Bohu was about to strike, the lights all around suddenly flared bright.

"Crash!"

A chair flew out, heading straight for the men.

"Slap!"

The leader was hit and immediately fell to the ground, screaming incessantly.

Descending from the sky, Madam Hua landed on the ground, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "How bold, daring to come to my Hua Residence to run wild!"

"You old hag, we only wanted to find Qiuxiang, but now it seems we'll have to go on a killing spree!"

Drawing the blades at their waists, the four flower-picking thieves couldn't help but scold.

But after hearing their words, Madam Hua sneered, "A killing spree? It seems you really don't take the Hua Residence seriously!"

And just as Madam Hua finished speaking, Steward Wu flew out backward and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Steward Wu, are you alright?"

Rushing forward, Zhang Cheng supported Steward Wu, his face full of worry.

After all, although Steward Wu was unreliable, he had been good to him.

"I'm fine, just a little sore!"

Supporting his body to get up, Steward Wu couldn't help but cough up blood.

Watching this scene, Zhang Cheng walked forward and said, "Madam, why not leave them to me?"

"You?"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Madam Hua spoke with some astonishment.

"That's right, I'll do it!"

Rolling up his sleeves, Zhang Cheng walked forward, not wanting to get his sleeves stained with blood like last time.

"You brat, you're courting death, then I'll take your life first!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng who had walked out, the leader couldn't help but scold.

But just as his broadsword swung down, Qiuxiang and the others who had rushed over couldn't help but scream and hurriedly covered their eyes.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the broadsword, which had been unstoppable, was blocked.

Watching this scene in shock, not only Madam Hua but even the flower-picking thieves were dumbfounded, because how could his hand be wrapped in golden dragon scales!

"Crack!"

Grabbing the blade with a backhand, Zhang Cheng revealed an icy gaze and said, "You all seem to have underestimated me a bit!"

"Zzzzz..."

A harsh sound rang out, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears because Zhang Cheng's hand was twisting that broadsword.

Watching this astonishing scene, Tang Bohu was shocked and thought, "Shaolin's Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts, Dragon Claw Hand? No, it doesn't look like the Dragon Claw Hand, what kind of martial art is this!"

Looking at Tang Bohu beside her, Madam Hua was also astonished, because she couldn't tell what martial art Zhang Cheng was using either.

But in the next second, Zhang Cheng snapped the broadsword with a backhand and then struck forward with a backhand, saying, "Destroy!"

"Boom!"

Under the violent impact, air waves surged, and the four men were instantly sent flying in the air, vomiting blood.

And just as the house behind them was also shattered, pages of books drifted in the air.

Watching this scene in shock, Steward Wu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood and say, "My collection!"

"Ah! What is this!"

Seeing a page of a book fall in front of them, the maids saw it and immediately blushed and covered their faces.

Looking up, Tang Bohu picked one up, turned his head, and said, "Good level, Steward Wu!"

But just as Tang Bohu gave a thumbs up, Madam Hua said coldly, "Steward Wu!"

"Here!"

Looking at Madam Hua awkwardly, Steward Wu couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

Because he hadn't expected that Zhang Cheng's palm strike would not only make the four flower-picking thieves vomit blood but also leave him "seriously injured"!

It really was a case of hurting the enemy by eight hundred and damaging oneself by a thousand!

"No more next time!"

Glaring at Steward Wu, Madam Hua also spoke in a huff.

"Yes!"

Nodding awkwardly, Steward Wu wished he could crawl into the grass beside him right now!

"Big brother, this brat is thorny, let's run!"

Spitting blood, the flower-picking thief who had crawled up from the ground couldn't help but shout.

"Go!"

Hearing the words from behind, the leader of the flower-picking thieves nodded immediately and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, Zhang Cheng wouldn't give them a chance. He rushed forward, his hands continuously blooming with golden scales, and roared, "Destroy!"

"Not good!"

Looking back at Zhang Cheng who was chasing them, the flower-picking thieves were immediately astonished, but before they could block, a surging impact pressed down on their bodies, instantly shattering their bones.

"Boom!"

The ground was blasted into a deep pit by infinite force, and the four men instantly lost their lives.

Watching this scene in astonishment, Tang Bohu couldn't help but widen his eyes and say, "Holy crap? He's fourteen?"

Gulping, Madam Hua was also covered in cold sweat.

At first, she thought Zhang Cheng's kung fu wasn't very high, which was why she let him practice with Steward Wu.

But now it seems he has no internal energy, but this extremely formidable external training—how many people in the world can reach this level?

If he were to learn internal energy, wouldn't that be something?

"Madam, it's solved!"

Looking at Madam Hua respectfully, Zhang Cheng bowed.

"Good, very good!"

Nodding indifferently, the moment Madam Hua turned around, she couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

Because it was fortunate that Zhang Cheng was a servant of the Hua Residence; if he were an enemy, she couldn't imagine how they could win!

"Brother, you're the best!"

Giving a thumbs up, Tang Bohu looked at Zhang Cheng and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Not at all, not at all, I only know a move or two!"

Looking at Tang Bohu with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng then leaned into his ear and said, "Three hundred taels, one tael less, and I'll crush you to death!"

Watching Zhang Cheng with a twitching mouth, Tang Bohu couldn't help but have a face full of black lines.

Because how could this brat still remember this!

However, just as Zhang Cheng was chatting with Tang Bohu, he couldn't help but turn his head, because he felt something.

"What are you looking at?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, Tang Bohu asked.

"Nothing!"

Looking at the person who had already disappeared into the darkness, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frown.

Because he felt that the four flower-picking thieves coming to the Hua Residence didn't seem like an accident, but rather intentional. Thinking of Prince Ning, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "Interesting!"

"The Hua Residence has an expert, that brat is very wrong!"

Flying forward with white clothes fluttering, the Deadly Scholar frowned tightly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 883 =====