"Dad, no"

Zhao Dongqi stepped forward and was about to strike at Zhang Huaming, who was standing still, when he suddenly heard Zhao Shuang's exclamation. He looked around and saw his only son standing in front of Zhang Huaming at some point, with pale cheeks and

The blades that cut iron like clay are only a few centimeters apart.

"Dad, it's me." Zhao Shuang's face was pale, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down from his forehead. His whole body was trembling, and his frightened eyes were staring at the touchable thing.

The cold blade reached him. Just now, he felt that his body was suddenly pulled in front of Zhang Huaming by a powerful force. Before he had time to react, he suddenly saw a cold light striking directly at him, which frightened him out of his wits.

, even the heart is about to stop beating.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, his cry for help made Zhao Dong, who was eager to save his son, pull back from the cliff and stop in time, otherwise he might have been broken into two halves at this moment.

Recalling that thrilling moment, Zhao Shuang was still in shock and terrified. He was just a little bit away from dying under the knife of his own father.

When everyone around them saw this scene, they couldn't help but tremble with fear. Just now, none of them saw how Zhang Huaming caught Zhao Shuang in front of him.

"Kill, why not kill him?" Zhang Huaming lifted Zhao Shuang's collar like a chicken, nuzzled his lips towards Zhao Dong who was frightened, angry and frightened, and said lazily, while at the same time he whispered in Zhao Shuang's ear.

He asked softly, "How was it? Was it thrilling just now? Do you want to experience another change and deepen your impression?"

"No... no, I don't want..." Zhao Shuang, who was already frightened, heard this and couldn't help but shook his head in fear, begging with a sad face.

"Zhang Huaming, don't bully others too much. Give me my son back." Zhao Dong shouted, turning the knife to his left hand, and his right hand turned into a claw, and quickly grabbed Zhao Shuang who was close at hand.

"Zhao Dong, if you move, I will give him a slap." When Zhao Dong's right hand was about to touch Zhao Shuang's body, Zhang Huaming took a step back slowly and quickly, barely avoiding his outstretched hand.

claws, and did not forget to threaten in his mouth.

"He is a man. If you have the guts, fight with me alone." Zhao Dong shouted angrily.

He kept approaching Zhao Shuang, but Zhang Huaming retreated step by step. There was always a few centimeters difference between the two, just like a mirage that was close at hand but far away in the world. No matter how much he tried his best, there was no difference.

Still unable to touch the hem of Zhao Shuang's clothes, his face turned red with anger and his whole body trembled. He stared at Zhang Huaming with a pair of eyes filled with deep hatred. If eyes could kill, I believe Zhang Huaming would be riddled with holes by now.

, die without a burial place.

"Oh, really? Do you think you want to fight me alone just because you are a Taoist disciple?" Zhang Huaming glanced at Zhao Dong with disdain and said sarcastically, "Don't worry, I won't kill him so quickly.

Kill you, father and son, because I want you to see with your own eyes how the century-old Zhao family that you are proud of is going to perish step by step. I want you to always remember that those who offend me will never be good.

Ending. Haha, how about it, this game is fun, right? "Zhang Huaming seemed like a scary devil, with a gentle smile on his face, but he said chilling words in his mouth.

Zhang Huaming's expression at this moment seemed to be joking, but when it fell into the eyes of everyone, it made them shudder and chills ran out of their feet.

"Shameless boy, you bully others too much, you bully others too much." Zhao Dong had never been insulted and threatened like this before. He felt that his anger was burning fiercely, just like the eruption of a volcano, which could no longer be suppressed. His wrinkled old face

He began to twist and become extremely ferocious, his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to be squeezed out of the eye sockets at any time, and the overwhelming hatred almost brought him to the edge of going berserk.

"I am going to kill you"

Zhao Dong suddenly roared like a beast, and a ray of light shot out from his turbid eyes. He suddenly flashed, jumped to the roof beam, and then swooped down like a heavy weight with his head down and his feet up.

, the long knife was pointed directly at Zhang Huaming's back.

It’s a long story, but it actually only happened in a split second. Zhao Dong was so fast that almost no one in the room saw his movements clearly, until the extremely sharp long knife in Zhao Dong’s hand slashed at Zhang Huaming’s back with murderous intent.

, people suddenly realized it, and they couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning.

However, Zhao Dong was fast, but Zhang Huaming was faster than him. When the blade in Zhao Dong's hand was only a few centimeters away from his back, Zhang Huaming seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and his figure was as steep as the invisible wind.

He generally swept toward the front hall, narrowly avoiding Zhao Dong's sharp blow.

"Snapped"

Before Zhao Dong's swooping figure landed, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the air, but it was Zhang Huaming who slapped Zhao Shuang hard, making him dizzy, his cheeks turned red, and his bright red fingerprints almost looked like sculptures.

The look on his face was extremely shocking.

Shuang was so stunned by Zhang Huaming's slap that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with several teeth, which floated in the air like fairy flowers.

This slap was so hard that Zhao Shuang felt that his head had become numb, as if it was about to be separated from his neck.

Although this slap fell on Zhao Shuang's face, everyone in the hall felt that the slap was no different from the slap on their own faces, as if they could feel the burning pain in their own cheeks.

"How dare you?" Zhao Dong roared loudly as he looked at his son's miserable condition, his eyes suddenly splitting with tears, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

"I, Zhang, always mean what I say." Zhang Huaming snorted with calm eyes, casually dropped the dazed Zhao Shuang at his feet, and stepped on his half-red and half-white cheeks, his face expressionless.

He said with an indifferent expression, "If you think you have the ability to snatch him back, you might as well come and snatch him boldly. But I want to remind you that as long as you make every move, I will give him a slap in the face until you succeed in snatching him back."

So far. It’s just unclear whether Zhang will still be angry at that time.”

"What do you want?" Zhao Dong, who was wary, regained some of his consciousness. His eyes kept glancing back and forth between Zhang Huaming and Zhao Shuang, who was being stepped on by him and moaning in pain. He didn't dare to take action at will anymore and forced himself to suppress it.

With the anger in his heart reaching the critical point, he asked in a deep voice.

"It's not that good. I just want you to watch a good show in peace." Zhang Huaming glanced at Zhao Dong, who was about to run away, as well as Qian Dong and Sun Yi, who were standing aside with twinkling eyes as if they were planning something.

He lifted Zhao Shuang off the ground with a slight flick of his toes, and then walked out of the hall as if there was no one there.

Everyone didn't know what Zhang Huaming wanted to do. They all hated and feared him, so they had to follow him out reluctantly.

As the largest residence in the King's City, the Zhao Mansion has a large front yard, which is very spacious and can accommodate at least thousands of people at the same time. On weekdays, the children of the Zhao family practice in this front yard.

"Come here, bring them all up." Zhang Huaming stood proudly on the steps, looking straight ahead, and called out softly to a certain place.

Ta-ta-ta...

Before Zhang Huaming finished speaking, the door of Zhao Mansion opened with a creak, and a figure walked in from outside the house in an orderly manner.

When Zhao Dong, Sun Yi, Qian Dong and others saw the figures who appeared, their faces suddenly turned pale. These people turned out to be the children of Zhao Qiansun's family. At this moment, they were all as murderous as evil spirits.

There were a lot of people watching over him, with dejected expressions, and there was no trace of the usual arrogance and arrogance.

However, if Zhao Dong and others felt angry and unwilling to see all the children of their family falling into the hands of Zhang Huaming, then when they saw those who were holding the children of their family, they felt complete despair in their hearts and their faces

His face was covered with a deathly gray color, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief.

These people under Zhang Huaming all have considerable strength. The ones with the highest cultivation level are at the peak level of the Martial God, while the ones with the lowest cultivation level are at least at the Martial Fighting King level. And this person who only has the strength of the Martial King level is impressive.

They were just three little brats, one boy, two girls, who were obviously underage.

Even three little brats have similar strength to the stewards of their own Zhao Mansion. How could Zhao Dong and others not be shocked. You must know that in the Warrior Continent, there are very few masters in the martial god realm. They are almost rare.

To the extent that ordinary small countries would feel a lot more at ease if they could have a master of the Martial God realm take charge. This shows how rare and precious the masters of the Martial God realm are.

As for martial masters who are second only to the realm of martial gods, there are not many on the mainland. This type of people can basically be said to enjoy unlimited glory, wealth and scenery.

However, when these martial masters, who were revered by countless warriors from the Warrior Continent, arrived at Zhang Huaming's place, they grabbed a handful of stones that could be seen everywhere on the street.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Dong, Sun Yi and Qian Dong truly understood what a terrible person they had provoked. With such a group of extremely powerful subordinates, Zhang Huaming could completely sweep across the entire continent, making him unstoppable and unstoppable.

Zhao Dong is an early Taoist disciple and has truly stepped into the threshold of martial arts practice. Therefore, he knows far more things than ordinary people. He knows that it is difficult to break through from the realm of a martial god to a Taoist disciple.

Regarding the matter of reaching the sky, I don’t know how many people throughout the ages were about to succeed but were destroyed by the terrible punishment of heaven.

Therefore, masters who can truly achieve realms above the Tao realm have always been very rare. It is rare to see one in a hundred years. Most of them are hidden in the world and are rarely known to the world. Even now, the warriors in the Warrior Continent think that

The realm of the God of Martial Arts is the ultimate in martial arts. Who knows that there is still a huge and insurmountable hurdle between the realm of the God of Martial Arts and the true martial arts.

But even so, it is very difficult to cultivate a master in the realm of the God of War. For example, the Xia Dynasty only had one God of War who had lived for hundreds of years.

All along, Zhao Dong has been working hard to cultivate talented children in the family, trying to cultivate a few more martial arts disciples for the family, but unfortunately, he has devoted his whole life to cultivating none.

Zhao Dong couldn't figure it out, or he simply couldn't imagine where Zhang Huaming found so many martial arts masters.
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