At that moment, Yu Lianzhou looked at Zhang Jiuzhu, then at Zhang Cuishan, studying their vaguely similar faces.
Finally, he turned to Zhang Cuishan and said:
"Fifth Brother, this really is your eldest son, not some Great General or something."
Zhang Cuishan wore an awkward, bewildered expression.
"No, Second Senior Brother, I really didn't know. I never expected Jiuzhu to be this fierce!"
Hearing this, Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the seven, could not help but say:
"Fifth Brother, are you joking with me? You call this fierce? Do you have some misunderstanding about what 'fierce' means?
As far as I know, throughout history, there have been very few people capable of achieving a hundred-man kill.
Most of those who truly managed it had soldiers following them, and only accomplished it through coordination.
But this nephew of ours—good heavens—he slaughtered a hundred-man Mongol Yuan cavalry unit all by himself.
Those methods, that strength, that terrifying combat power...
This was no longer something that could be summed up with a single word like 'fierce.'
This was downright horrifying—terrifying! With that kind of combat power, perhaps only our old master could manage it!
Speaking of which, with a son like that, why were you running?"
Zhang Cuishan merely gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said:
"There was nothing we could do. I didn't know about this either, and I never expected it.
Once we learned cavalry was pursuing us, we could only split up like that.
Jiuzhu was the one who suggested it.
He was afraid that with us here, we would not be able to escape, so he could only have us leave first.
At first, we figured Jiuzhu was born with immense strength, Bronze Skin and Iron Bones, and blades could hardly harm him. If he wanted to