After saying that, Zhang Jiuzhu got out of the carriage and said:
"Father, protect Mother and Wuji. Leave these people to me.
Perfect. I wanted to test my current strength!"
With that, Zhang Jiuzhu ignored Zhang Cuishan's calls and strode straight toward the Black-Clad Men.
Looking at them, Zhang Jiuzhu said indifferently:
"Humph! You sneaky fools, I really don't know what gave you the nerve to come and ambush us!"
At that moment, the leader of the Black-Clad Men pointed his Great Saber at Zhang Jiuzhu and said:
"Get him! Kill this brat, and capture Zhang Cuishan and the others alive!"
"Yes!"
As soon as he spoke, the Black-Clad Men charged toward Zhang Jiuzhu.
The blades in their hands hacked straight for Zhang Jiuzhu's neck.
Yet when Zhang Jiuzhu saw this, he merely glanced at them before casually thrusting out the spear in his hand.
Its speed was terrifyingly fast.
That man did not even have time to react.
He only saw the spear knock the blade from his hand before, with a wet pfft, piercing straight through his heart.
As the spearhead was pulled free, blood gushed out. The Black-Clad Man opened his mouth, then finally collapsed to the ground.
For a moment, the dozen or so Black-Clad Men who had been about to charge all came to a halt.
Their eyes filled with shock.
Then someone shouted, "He's tough! Take him together!"
At once, the Black-Clad Men all rushed at Zhang Jiuzhu.
However, Zhang Jiuzhu showed no fear or hesitation whatsoever.
Instead, he swung the spear in both hands forward in an instant.
Crack... pfft...
The sharp spearhead, combined with Zhang Jiuzhu's terrifying strength, instantly snapped the blades of three Black-Clad Men.
The spear then slashed open huge gashes across all three of their necks at once.
Blood