Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 547 - 509: Do You Dare to Kill Me?

Chapter 547: Chapter 509: Do You Dare to Kill Me?

A troop of Shuofang Army soldiers was frantically racing southward in a hurry.

The commanding officer, Tong Piyan, roared to the surrounding soldiers in a low voice, "Move it, everyone, watch out or we’ll all be doomed if we fall into the hands of the Tujue people!"

The soldiers around him were aware that the troop they had just encountered was indeed elite, so they spurred their horses to a gallop, rushing down the path.

However, they didn’t understand why they had to provoke the enemy first if they knew they couldn’t win, and then suddenly ordered a retreat after the fight began.

But these matters were not for soldiers to consider.

What they needed to do was to follow behind Tong Piyan and survive.

At this moment, another troop of the Shuofang Army was approaching. Leading them was Tong Piyan’s good friend and Mei Fei’s confidant as well—Tian Juhua.

"The Tujue people are right behind us. I estimate they’ll catch up in less than half an hour."

Tong Piyan said to his good friend Tian Juhua.

Tian Juhua nodded, spurred his horse forward, and spoke in a low voice, "Don’t worry, there’s a village up ahead, and the Tujue people will surely not miss it as they pass. Once Zhang San takes his men there, a fight is bound to break out!"

Tong Piyan also spoke in a lowered voice, "But what if Zhang San realizes that the opponent is Khan Muzhen’s younger brother and doesn’t dare to provoke him, and immediately retreats with the Lingwu Army?"

"Rest assured, I have a thousand two hundred archers lying in ambush not far from here. If Zhang San retreats, I’ll have him shot for deserting in the face of the enemy!"

The two men exchanged glances, and then Tong Piyan immediately led his troops away.

Meanwhile, Tian Juhua returned to the distant woods and instructed his soldiers to hide themselves, not to come out under any circumstances without his command.

Soon, a large group of Tujue horsemen, about seven to eight hundred strong, came pursuing from behind.

"These Sui People from the Land of the Midday Sun are such cowards! They got scared off just after clashing! Second Khan, I don’t see the point; let’s go back!"

A burly man closely following the group’s leader said to the middle-aged man beside him.

But the fat and big-eared middle-aged man revealed a disdainful look on his face.

"Although these Sui People are too arrogant, daring to kill and plunder in the tribes that have submitted to me!"

"Today! It is to let these two-legged sheep know who is the Dominant of this world! Charge!"

Following Second Khan Maxim’s order, a few hundred Turkic Cavalry closely followed, continuing to chase ahead.

"Second Khan! Look over there! There’s a village, and it seems like smoke is billowing up from cooking fires."

"Hahaha... Brothers! Burn whatever needs to be burned, take whatever needs to be taken, let the two-legged sheep of the Land of the Midday Sun know who is the Dominant of this world!"

With Second Khan Maxim’s order, several hundred Turkic horsemen, like starved wolves, pounced on the village.

Outside the village, someone had seen the large pile of burning straw in the distance and had just come back to the village to call people to put out the fire.

But when they brought buckets to fetch water, they discovered the approaching Tujue people in the distance.

"The Tujue are coming! Run for your lives!"

"Escape quickly!"

This village’s location had always been concealed and safe.

It was seldom discovered by Tujue people.

Because of this, the village had managed to exist in this place for such a long time.

But they never expected that this time they would encounter the Tujue people.

Many people ran into their houses, but just a few steps out, they were hit by arrows and fell into a pool of blood.

There were also some people who were so scared that their legs gave out, collapsing on the ground to crawl back, only to be caught by the Tujue people with their lasso poles around their necks, and dragged along the ground.

The originally peaceful and tranquil village was turned into a blazing inferno at this moment, akin to hell on earth.

Not far away in the forest, Shuofang Army soldiers who witnessed this scene were all grinding their teeth in anger.

"General Tian, when do we act?"

Tian Juhua actually knew that their purpose for coming out today was not to deal with the Tujue people but to deal with Zhang San.

So, he glared at the soldier who had just spoken and angrily said, "When to act is on my command. Do you have the right to ask?"

The soldier reluctantly lowered his head.

Although the other soldiers were discontent, each of them still had their bows drawn and arrows nocked, merely waiting for Tian Juhua’s signal to shoot at the Turk they had been aiming at all along.

Maxim, the Second Khan, picked up a long lance and impaled a small child crying loudly on the side of the road.

"Hold onto the head of the lance, if you hold on, you won’t fall to your death!"

Even though the child was scared, he clung desperately to the head of the lance, then was lifted high by Maxim using the long lance.

"Whose child is this?"

At that moment, the door of a nearby farmhouse opened, and a woman ran out and knelt directly in front of Maxim’s horse.

"Noble lord of the Tujue, he is my son, I beg you. Spare him! I beg you, do whatever you want with me! He’s my only son, my only son..."

Maxim smiled and nodded, saying, "You want him, I’ll give him back to you! After all, I am a kind man."

As he spoke, Maxim viciously slammed the long lance into the ground.

With a smack, the little boy was thrown to the ground, right in front of his own mother.

The woman looked at the flesh on the ground and the fresh red splashing onto her face, and let out a piercing scream.

In stark contrast, however, was the uproarious laughter of Maxim, who wielded the long lance.

"Hahaha... Are there any living children left? Bring them to me. This is fun! Hahaha... Ah!"

Just as Maxim was basking in his triumph, suddenly, an arrow struck him in the shoulder.

Luckily, Maxim had heard the wind noise and dodged swiftly; otherwise, the arrow might have pierced through his chest.

However, before he could grasp what had happened, he saw that a second arrow was already upon him.

Luckily, he always had an expert protecting him at his side.

A bodyguard from the Spiritual Platform Realm leapt up and blocked the second arrow with his long blade.

But the third arrow hit the horse in the head.

With a miserable neigh, the war horse collapsed to the ground, and Maxim was thrown off.

At this moment, a troop from the Lingwu Army arrived at the village.

The man who had shot three arrows in succession was none other than Zhang San.

Li Xuanmin, who followed nearby, was stunned to see the three arrows his master had just shot.

"Master, your archery skills are so incredible!?"

Changsun Wugen, who had come along, said, "Archery is incredible? Your master’s blade technique is even more formidable!"

At that moment, Zhang San, holding Li Xuanmin’s Mo Blade, leapt towards Maxim, who was lying on the ground, and charged to kill.

The surrounding experts of the Spiritual Platform Realm immediately tried to intercept him.

Yet, they were blown away by Zhang San wielding Thunder Method before they could even get close.

As several guards from the Spiritual Platform Realm were sent flying, Zhang San’s Mo Blade was already speeding towards Maxim, still on the ground.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over from behind the Tujue, raising their hand to block Zhang San’s Mo Blade.

Seeing that someone actually intended to kill him, the fallen Maxim could not help but panic.

"I am Maxim, the blood brother of Muzhen Khan, the overlord of the steppes! Dare you kill me? If you dare, my brother will wage war on the Land of the Midday Sun! Do you dare? Do you?"

Maxim’s roar was filled with anger and fear.

But to his surprise, even though a powerful warrior from the Purple Mansion Realm secretly protecting him took action, Zhang San’s Mo Blade in his hand still forcefully pressed down.

Without an ounce of hesitation, not a hint of backing down!