854: C854 A Knife

C854 A Knife

chapter 854. Put the kitchen knife in.

The ninth assassin saw him.

That's right, he saw a young man standing behind him with a small knife in his hand.

It was a two inch long silver kitchen knife. It was a kitchen knife used by royal men to eat meat.

The one-and-a-half inch blade went through the back of his head, and his thin sword was still stuck behind Dongfang Zhaoyang's head.

It was the exact same position, but the one who died was him.

Wasn't this young man a hundred meters away? Why did he suddenly appear?

The ninth assassin only had time to think this much before his consciousness sank into a vast expanse of white space...

At the same time, the other eight assassins also discovered the death of their companion and the sudden appearance of Zhang Xing.

Swoosh!

Zhang Xing drew out the kitchen knife. The corpse of the ninth assassin lost its balance in an instant, and fell towards the ground.

Dongfang Biying and the others who were a hundred meters away were pleasantly surprised when they saw this scene.

Especially Dongfang Biying. In that instant, she was on the verge of breaking down. If not for her brother supporting her, she would have fallen from the sky.

The old ancestor could not die. He was the biggest backer of the rise of the Dongfang family!

Zhang Xing said with a smile. "I'm sorry, Zhaoyang elder brother. I came a little late."

"This assassin hid himself very well. I can't determine his location, so I had to wait for him to show up."

Although Dongfang Zhaoyang had experienced several life and death situations, he still broke out in cold sweat at this moment.

He stiffly turned around and looked at Zhang Xing in shock.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Haha, brother, you came at the right time. I knew it. You can't just watch me get killed by these bastards."

He knew that Zhang Xing was a monstrous genius, but he had still underestimated his strength.

He thought that Zhang Xing could at most kill a two-star Venerable, but he didn't expect Zhang Xing to be able to kill a two-star Venerable with ease. He wanted the life of the strongest assassin, the ninth assassin.

Zhang Xing turned his head and looked at the other eight assassins.

"The people from the Killer Group, huh. It's a big show. They actually sent out eighteen Venerable Three Star assassins at once."

"However, aren't you looking down on Zhaoyang elder brother and me too much? 18 assassins aren't enough to kill them."

The eight assassins were startled by Zhang Xing's sudden appearance.

A question mark was drawn in their minds at the same time. How did this kid get here?

The other nine companions had already surrounded him and could kill him at any time.

However, they still had a layer of worry. Zhang Xing must have some unknown means to survive until now.

Otherwise, why would he always be able to escape from the hunting of other assassins?

They wanted to see if Zhang Xing would go and rescue Dongfang Zhaoyang the moment he was killed. They wanted to see what kind of strange means Zhang Xing would use to save him.

Now, they saw Zhang Xing rushing over to rescue Dongfang Zhaoyang. His method was also very strange. It was indeed out of their expectation.2

However, they were very annoyed. That couldn't be called strange at all. It was just an ordinary kitchen knife!

"Zhang Xing, we have indeed underestimated you. However, you didn't take advantage of this opportunity to escape. Instead, you threw yourself into the net to help your master."

"I can kill all of you at the same time. It will save me a lot of effort."

Black Man's voice came from all directions.

"I am very confused. Who told you that Zhang Xing is my disciple?"

"I'm not qualified to be his master. Are you all deaf? Didn't you hear Zhang Xing call me Big Brother?"

Dongfang Zhaoyang said coldly.

"What? He isn't your disciple?"

The eight assassins were stunned.

Although they had doubts about the way he had addressed them, they didn't think too much about it.

Some master and disciple were very casual, and they would often joke around with each other.

For example, some disciples would call their master Gramps, and some would call him boss.

Thinking back to their conversation just now, it seemed like Zhang Xing and Dongfang Zhaoyang really didn't have a master and disciple relationship.

However, whether it was true or not was no longer important. They had to die tonight.

Surrounded by seventeen three-star supreme level assassins, they couldn't escape even if they had wings!

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