Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 550 - 512 - Oh my brother! The pain—

Chapter 550: Chapter 512 - Oh my brother! The pain—

Li Xuanmin had originally thought that Zhang San was going to teach him some highly advanced archery technique.

Instead, it was just a pep talk about archery.

As Zhang San and his group pursued their enemies, they quickly chased Maxim and his men beyond the borders of the Great Sui and onto the grasslands of the Tujue.

Upon reaching Tujue territory, Maxim and his men immediately headed towards a location where they thought a tribe might be.

After all, as long as there were others to support them, Maxim and his group could survive.

Unfortunately, this time Zhang San was truly intent on killing him.

And the soldiers of the Lingwu Army following Zhang San were also eager for the first time to completely eradicate the Tujue people.

So, even though they encountered a few small Tujue troops coming to assist, the Lingwu Army quickly dispersed them.

But it was fortunate for Maxim that along the way they encountered three or four small Tujue troops, which prevented him from dying at Zhang San’s hands immediately.

From just before noon when they ate, Zhang San, Li Xuanmin, and Changsun Wugen, leading two to three thousand of the Lingwu Army, had been chasing Maxim.

By the time it was nearing evening, Zhang San realized he was left with only Li Xuanmin by his side.

This was because along the way, they occasionally encountered Tujue troops and had to engage in battle with them.

Luckily, at this moment, all of those around Maxim who could take arrows for him were dead.

Zhang San looked at Maxim, now alone, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Maxim! Today you will surely die by this arrow!"

With a fierce shout, Zhang San drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at Maxim’s back.

The arrow was as fast as lightning, and it even carried the power of the Thunder Method.

Even if the arrow didn’t kill Maxim, as long as it penetrated, it could blast him open.

However, as a halo of light suddenly shone around Maxim, dozens of runes appeared in the air, and Zhang San’s arrow was blocked.

"A body-protection talisman!?"

Zhang San had not at all anticipated that Maxim would be in possession of a body-protection talisman.

But upon reflection, he realized it shouldn’t be surprising considering Maxim was Muzhen Khan’s own brother and protected by experts of the Purple Mansion Realm; it would be strange if he didn’t have a body-protection talisman.

It was just that Maxim had never used it before.

This was the first time in many years that Maxim had used a body-protection talisman; after all, never before had soldiers of the Great Sui dared to truly attempt to kill him.

But Zhang San was too terrifying!

"Master, what should we do?"

Seeing Zhang San’s arrow blocked by the opponent’s body-protection talisman, Li Xuanmin realized that killing Maxim today seemed unlikely.

Zhang San sneered and said, "What’s there to fear? Any body-protection talisman has its limit of endurance. Continue shooting! Use all the strength you have!"

As he spoke, Zhang San took more arrows from his Gluttonous Bag and shot frantically at Maxim’s back.

The Meteor Arrow Technique was known for its speed. At that moment, Zhang San’s arrows were like a long, thin line, one end connected to his bow, and the other end landing on Maxim’s back.

Li Xuanmin, witnessing Zhang San’s exquisite archery, was utterly astonished.

He had thought his own archery was fairly good, but compared to his master’s, it was vastly inferior.

He was indeed worthy of being his master!

"Master! You shoot so quickly!"

"You mean my shooting speed is fast! Can’t you speak properly?"

"Yes, yes, Master’s shooting speed is fast!"

Li Xuanmin, saying this, also began to shoot arrows frantically in imitation of Zhang San.

Although not as fast as Zhang San, with the help of Li Xuanmin’s arrows, the glowing runes released by the body-protection talisman around the frantically running Maxim grew increasingly faint.

But just at that moment, Maxim, riding a horse, crossed a small hill and suddenly burst into wild laughter.

Chasing behind, Zhang San and Li Xuanmin vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but they continued to pursue.

However, as their horses also reached the crest of the small hill, they noticed in the distance ahead, a massive wolf head banner fluttering in the air, and a vast Tujue army was in the distance.

At a glance, it was boundless, with at least thirty to fifty thousand men.

Especially that wolf head banner waving in the wind in the center, filled with Might and a menacing aura.

"Hahaha... My brother has come! My brother, Muzhen Khan has come! You want to kill me, don’t you? Come, try to kill me! Hahaha..."

At this moment, Maxim, having narrowly escaped death, was ecstatic.

However, just then, an arrow from Li Xuanmin finally shattered the last bit of energy in Maxim’s Body-Protection Talisman.

As the protective Rune completely dissipated, Li Xuanmin’s arrow struck Maxim’s shoulder, but because it was also blocked by the talisman, the arrow had almost no force to harm Maxim.

Li Xuanmin reined in his horse, knowing that today, he and his master could only chase this far.

However, Zhang San, riding Hei, showed no intention of stopping.

Decisive, Zhang San drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming for Maxim’s back.

Whoosh!

Thud!

Zhang San’s arrow pierced through Maxim’s chest, directly shooting him off his war horse.

Maxim fell to the ground and rolled several times forward.

He finally came to a stop in front of a tall horse.

The rider dismounted immediately, knelt on one knee, and looked at Maxim spitting out fresh blood from the arrow wound in his chest.

"Brother! My dear brother!"

The man who dismounted was none other than the lord of the steppes, Muzhen Khan of the Tujue.

At this moment, Muzhen Khan, seeing his own dear brother about to die before his eyes, was filled with indescribable sorrow and heartbreak.

"Brother... don’t die! Please don’t die... don’t..."

Then, Maxim, clutching his brother’s hand, whispered, "Revenge... revenge..."

"Don’t die, brother... don’t... don’t... What did you say? What don’t you want? Revenge?"

Hearing his brother’s words, Maxim hurried to explain, "No! Must... must... seek revenge!"

"Don’t seek revenge!?"

Muzhen Khan did not understand why his brother had chosen to forgive those who killed him at the moment of his death—perhaps so his soul could find peace after death.

But in the distance, Zhang San and Li Xuanmin had no idea what was happening; they just watched as Muzhen Khan held the body of his brother, wailing in the wind, vaguely sensing the air growing heavier with the intent to kill.

After all, there was an army of tens of thousands of Tujue soldiers opposite them.

"Apprentice, what do you think we should do at this time?"

Li Xuanmin, still a bit slow on the uptake, asked, "Master, are you suggesting that we take this opportunity to also take down Muzhen Khan?"

Zhang San glanced at Li Xuanmin, unsure if the youngster was truly brave.

"Good! You’ve graduated! Go! Your master assigns you to take down Muzhen Khan!"

"When I visit your grave next year on this day, I will certainly tell you whom Changsun Youde has been promised to anew."

As he spoke, Zhang San spurred his horse and turned to run.

Only then did Li Xuanmin realize that his master wasn’t testing his courage; he was telling him to run.

"Master, wait for me!"