Chapter 401: Long-standing grudges, dare not let it rest

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s physical strength was severely overdrawn; facing such a group of people beating him, how could he hold on?

"Clang!"

A precious saber slashed on the back of the Heaven-Reliant Sword, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s tiger mouth went numb, and his body shook suddenly.

At the same time, another saber was placed on his neck, Zhang Zhang Wuji’s body stiffened, unable to move.

"Zhang Zhang Wuji, didn't expect it, did you? You actually have today. No matter how powerful your martial arts are, today you still cannot escape our palm." A gloomy voice sounded, and immediately after, Qishan brought three people to the scene.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s face was gloomy, looking at the few people in front of him, despair rose in his heart.

These evil followers of the Demon Cult were extremely arrogant.

Qishan was burly and strong, with a beard, and a pair of tiger eyes that were bright and spirited.

Standing beside him were three people, two men and one woman.

The woman was in a red dress, her skin white and delicate, her appearance beautiful and enchanting, her figure hot and sexy, especially those phoenix eyes, mixed with charm and cold arrogance, giving people a sense of oppressive pressure.

Behind Mei Mei Qiqing were two middle-aged men, one in a green shirt and one in a purple robe, who were the deputy banner leaders of the Five Elements Banners.

Mei Mei Qiqing’s gaze fell on Zhang Zhang Wuji. "Zhang Zhang Wuji, your death date has arrived."

Zhang Zhang Wuji stared at Mei Mei Qiqing. "Do you really have to kill me?"

The corners of Mei Mei Qiqing’s mouth curled into a playful arc. "If I don't kill you, how can I face the people of our Demon Cult."

After a pause, Mei Mei Qiqing said again: "You don't need to dream of struggling. Since we dared to take action, we naturally have full certainty. You cannot escape with wings today."

Zhang Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. "My Ming Cult has no grudges with your Demon Cult, why do you repeatedly target my Ming Cult? Why do you want to kill us all!"

Mei Mei Qiqing sneered. "Hmph, our Demon Cult and the Ming Cult have long-standing grudges, how could we let it rest because of this little favor. Zhang Zhang Wuji, I advise you to save some strength, you are simply not the match of the three of us."

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s face turned cold. "Since that is the case, why do you waste so much breath? Just do it directly."

"Hehe, I actually quite like this personality of yours, but..." Mei Mei Qiqing said, her narrowed eyes suddenly opened, a wisp of cold light bursting from her pupils, "It’s fine if you don't want to surrender, but you need to promise me one thing."

"What thing?" Zhang Zhang Wuji frowned.

Mei Mei Qiqing’s mouth held a playful look, pointing at Yin Tianzheng: "Kill him!"

Zhang Zhang Wuji was stunned upon hearing this, clearly not expecting Mei Mei Qiqing to make this request.

Mei Mei Qiqing said: "Zhang Zhang Wuji, don't tell me you can't bear to kill him!"

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Zhang Zhang Wuji’s brows furrowed slightly. "He is my grandfather, how could I harm my grandfather?"

Mei Mei Qiqing said: "Heh, you still have relatives?"

Zhang Zhang Wuji acquiesced.

Mei Mei Qiqing sneered. "Zhang Zhang Wuji, you overestimate yourself too much. Do you think that with your mere bit of Jianghu morality, you can protect him?"

"You want to use my Ming Cult people to threaten me?" Zhang Zhang Wuji’s tone was stern.

Mei Mei Qiqing shook her head, her gaze full of cunning. "You are wrong, I don't mean to threaten you, I just hope you can help solve this trouble and let you father and son reunite."

"You..." Zhang Zhang Wuji was terrified, not expecting this Mei Mei Qiqing to be so vicious.

As soon as the voice fell, countless Demon Cult disciples suddenly poured in from all around, as many as a dozen, wrapping the two of them tightly, the situation instantly reversed, and the original advantage vanished.

Mei Mei Qiqing scanned Zhang Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng coldly and said coldly: "Zhang Zhang Wuji, you must die today, no one can save you."

"If you dare to kill my grandson, I will destroy your entire Demon Cult."

At this time, Yin Tianzheng’s voice also sounded.

"030" Seeing that Zhang Zhang Wuji could not deal with these Demon Cult people, he immediately stepped forward to help his grandson.

For a time, Zhang Zhang Wuji and Yin Tianzheng joined forces to deal with the Demon Cult crowd, although they barely blocked this group of people, they were also retreating steadily and were in danger.

"Zhang Zhang Wuji, I will ask you one last time, do you agree to my conditions?" Mei Mei Qiqing’s voice sounded in his mind again.

Zhang Zhang Wuji pursed his lips tightly. He knew deeply that if he agreed to Mei Mei Qiqing now, he would really be entering the tiger’s mouth and would definitely die.

Looking at Yin Tianzheng in front of him, Zhang Zhang Wuji could not bear to be cruel in the end.

Zhang Zhang Wuji knew very clearly that if he did not agree, Yin Tianzheng would definitely not be able to escape.

"Grandfather, Zhang Wuji will not harm you." Zhang Zhang Wuji looked at Yin Tianzheng, his eyes moist, his heart filled with grief.

"But please forgive me for not being able to do it. I am the Young Master of the Ming Cult. If I surrender today, what face do I have to live in this world."

Mei Mei Qiqing’s face sank, and she said coldly: "Since he doesn't know what’s good for him, then I will send him to the west first!"

Immediately, she waved her right hand gently.

In an instant, those Demon Cult people besieging Zhang Zhang Wuji drew their sabers and swords one after another, rushing toward Zhang Zhang Wuji in a swarm.

Zhang Zhang Wuji’s face changed drastically, his figure leaped up, and he struck out with a Nine Yang Divine Art toward the people besieging him.

The wind raged, the air exploded, and those Demon Cult people hurriedly resisted when they saw this.

Zhang Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity, flew toward a Demon Cult person, raised his hand and dropped his sword, and with a "pfft" sound, a head was chopped off, blood mist filling the sky.

Zhang Zhang Wuji took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle circle.

However, he had just run to the door when a sharp sword light thrust toward his face.

— Author's Notes —

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