Chapter 856 Killers Who Want to Escape

The eleven killers are all over 160 years old, and they have been hunting others all their lives.

They have a lot of blood debts, and countless innocent souls have died in their hands.

They never thought that one day they would be hunted by someone, and they were killed by a ten-year-old boy without any ability to fight back, and they were cold all over.

While they were on guard against Zhang Xing, they were also on guard against Dongfang Zhaoyang.

But they thought too much. Dongfang Zhaoyang was lying comfortably on the rocking chair in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Longdao at this moment, drinking the monkey wine prepared by Zhang Xing for him.

Although he didn't know where this place was, he could guess a little.

But he didn't think about anything else in his heart, just a feeling of being particularly solid and safe.

Brother Zhang Xing will be safe if he has this treasure.

I won't be polite, brother, take a good rest first, have a glass of wine, haha...

At this time, the eleven killers have formed a team, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

It's much safer now, and it won't be so easy for Zhang Xing to succeed.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the scene fell into a brief silence.

But this depressing atmosphere made people even more uncomfortable.

Zhang Xing stood relaxedly in Dragon Island and did not launch an attack.

He just wanted the eleven killers to feel this tense pressure. The longer the time, the more impatient they would be, and the more flaws they would have.

As for the table knife in his hand, it was found by Heibao and his men from somewhere.

There were more than twenty sets of tableware in total, all forged with the best metals. Such tableware was not affordable for the general aristocracy.

They were all top aristocrats, such as the Li family, Wanren Mountain, Guangming City, etc.

It's not that there are no sharper weapons in Dragon Island, but Zhang Xing doesn't know how to use them.

In the end, he could only choose this not-so-long table knife, which could be used as a fist in his hand.

Zhang Xing's eyes moved away from the table knife and smiled.

"It's almost time, it's time to start."

After saying that, he flashed out of Dragon Island.

As soon as he appeared, he was discovered by the killers, and all the attacks came at once.

This was also Zhang Xing's intention, just to attract their attention.

After a roar, the killers were disappointed and missed again.

Just when they were distracting their attention and no longer paying attention to this place, Zhang Xing appeared from here again.

With a knife in his hand, he jumped up and disappeared.

Swish!

The two killers felt the cold wind blowing and lost their lives in an instant.

The last of the three people in this group was still in a daze, and the two companions around him fell down.

There are nine people left!

Half of the eighteen three-star Venerable assassins who came here have died.

"Zhang Xing, if you have the guts, come out and let's fight openly. You always hide in the dark and attack. What kind of hero are you!"

One killer was about to collapse and couldn't help shouting.

Uh!

Zhang Xing was stunned, with an expression of extreme surprise on his face.

"I heard it right, you guys are mentally ill, this is the first time I heard a killer say such a heartless thing."

"Please pat your chest and ask yourself, can you say this to live up to your identity?"

"People should not forget their roots, and killers should not forget their roots even more!"

Zhang Xing's sarcastic voice rolled out from Dragon Island, and the nine killers were also confused about their specific location.

Gah!

The old faces of the nine killers hidden under the black scarf turned red.

They were speechless after being rebuked by Zhang Xing, they said this because they were afraid.

One of them regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, it was too embarrassing.

As a group of top killers, how could they say such cowardly words.

They were already in a weak position, and now they were even weaker in momentum.

"Brothers, the mission has failed. If we continue to fight, we will all die in the hands of this kid. What should we do?"

"There is no way, we can only... retreat!"

The nine killers nodded at the same time and retreated in all directions. Whoever could escape was one. Life or death depended on the brothers' luck.