"Grandpa, it's not just me, you can also break through to Martial King," Zhang Hao said confidently.
"What, me?"
Zhang Yaobang laughed self-deprecatingly, "That's impossible. The older a Martial Warrior is, the stronger the shackles, and the less likely they are to break through."
"Grandpa, don't worry. I'll be staying at home for a while during this period. By then, I will provide the Family with some Dan, especially for you, Grandpa, so your cultivation can make significant progress soon," Zhang Hao said confidently.
Zhang Yaobang didn't show any joy. He shook his head and said, "Zhang Hao, Grandpa is old, forget it. Don't waste your effort on Grandpa. You should use these Dan yourself."
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Yaobang seriously and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. These Dan are nothing to your grandson. Your grandson can provide them at any time."
Zhang Hao didn't tell Zhang Yaobang that he was an Alchemist, as it would be too shocking.
Zhang Yaobang looked at the extremely confident Zhang Hao with some surprise. He was very curious but didn't ask further.
"Zhang Hao, considering the strength of the Nangong Family, they could have directly attacked our Family. Why did they only resort to sneak attacks?" Zhang Yaobang asked, feeling puzzled.
Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "There might only be one possibility: their current strength in Ninghai City is not sufficient."
Zhang Yaobang shook his head and said, "Impossible. These past few days, I've seen three Great Martial Masters, above the intermediate level. This strength is already very strong."
"Grandpa, their strength might be enough to contend with our Zhang Family, or even surpass our strength. But what they want is to crush us, they need overwhelming superiority. Therefore, they should be waiting for reinforcements, or more accurately, waiting for Martial King level Martial Warriors," a hint of coldness flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes.
"Martial King?" Zhang Yaobang was greatly startled, and his expression became solemn.
A Martial King, even on the entire True Martial Continent, is considered a strong individual. Martial King is a watershed in the Martial Warrior Ranks. Only by truly becoming a Martial King can one be considered to have stepped onto the threshold of cultivation. Before that, they are merely ants.
Even knowing his grandson had become a Martial King, the Nangong Family was not lacking in Martial Kings! Especially since the Nangong Family's Clan Leader had just advanced further, becoming a Half-Step Martial Ancestor. A Half-Step Martial Ancestor, in the eyes of Zhang Yaobang, an intermediate Great Martial Master, was already a figure like an Earth Immortal.
Zhang Hao smiled faintly and said, "Grandpa, don't worry. This time, no matter how many people from the Nangong Family come, I will get rid of them."
"Zhang Hao, they have over twenty Martial Kings. This time, even if they don't send everyone, if just two come, you won't be able to handle them," Zhang Yaobang was still very worried.
Zhang Hao was speechless. He really wanted to say, your grandson has killed no less than a dozen Martial Kings outside Ninghai City. What's the use of more coming? Unless the opponent is a Martial Grandmaster, even if the Nangong Family's Ancestor came, he wouldn't be afraid.
Late at night, Zhang Hao sat cross-legged on the bed. Little Dragon and Little Black had both been sent out by him. For some reason, he felt that the Zhang Family would not be peaceful tonight.
At the same time, over ten Black-Clad Youths appeared in the Zhang Family courtyard. Among these dozen people, only the three youths leading them were Great Martial Masters, the rest were all high-level Martial Warriors. Even so, this level of strength was enough to contend with the Zhang Family, and even held an absolute advantage.
"Brother Fei, aren't we waiting for the strong individuals from the Family to arrive?" a youth asked the Black-Clad Youth leading them.
The Black-Clad Youth smiled faintly and said, "If we wait for them to come, let alone eating meat, we won't even get a sip of soup."
"Haha, that's right. A small Family like the Zhang Family dares to offend our Nangong Family, they simply don't know their place," a Black-Clad Youth sneered.
"Kill!"
Thirteen figures charged into the Zhang Family.
"Who!"
The Zhang Family's guards immediately discovered them.
"Die!"
The Black-Clad Youth slashed down with his saber. Instantly, the Zhang Family guard was cut down to the ground.
The surrounding Zhang Family disciples immediately gathered around and attacked the Black-Clad Youths.
However, how could the Zhang Family disciples be a match for these Black-Clad Youths? They were cut down left and right.
"Bastards! You dare to kill our Zhang Family members, stay here!"
At this critical moment, Zhang Yaobang shouted angrily and arrived, charging towards the Black-Clad Youths. But how could Zhang Yaobang be a match for three Great Martial Masters?
Just at this moment, a black shadow swept down from the void.
"Meow!"
"Puchi!"
This strike came too fast. So fast that the Black-Clad Youth's naked eyes couldn't detect it at all.
As a sharp light slashed down, a Great Martial Master from the Nangong Family had his throat slit. Blood spurted out wildly.
This was precisely Little Black attacking with the Rhino Dagger.
Another shadow swept down, clawing at another Great Martial Master.
"Get lost!"
The Great Martial Master swung his saber down. But in Little Dragon's eyes, this saber strike was incredibly weak! Its claw snapped the saber.
With a sound of "Puchi!"
Little Dragon's sharp claw pierced through the Great Martial Master's chest, completely penetrating his body.
The Black-Clad Youth, seeing his companions mysteriously die one after another, felt his heart chill. He shouted, "Retreat!"
The other ten Martial Warriors also felt terrified upon seeing their leaders killed one after another. They were about to retreat.
"Just stay here!"
A black figure appeared on a rooftop. Zhang Hao took out the Houyi Bow, drew the bow, and nocked an arrow.
"Nine Stars Arrow!"
Nine arrow shadows shot out.
"Puchi!" "Puchi!"
...
The System's notification sounds kept ringing in Zhang Hao's ears. These Black-Clad Youths all turned into his experience points. However, the experience points these Martial Warriors could provide him were simply negligible.
Nine arrow shadows simultaneously pierced through the bodies of nine Black-Clad Youths.
While another Black-Clad Youth was still in shock, Little Black's dagger slit the head of that Black-Clad Youth.
"Ding dong!"
...
The face of the only remaining Great Martial Master turned pale with fright. Everything had been so smooth before, how did it suddenly turn out like this? It was simply unimaginable.
"Go!"
The Black-Clad Great Martial Master turned and fled.
"Trying to leave!"
Zhang Hao snorted coldly, reaching out and grasping in the void. An invisible force enveloped the Black-Clad Great Martial Master from the air.
"Ah!"
The Black-Clad Great Martial Master tried to struggle, but under this force, his struggle was completely futile. It was as if an invisible rope was pulling the Black-Clad Great Martial Master, slowly dragging him towards Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao looked coldly at the Black-Clad Great Martial Master and asked, "Speak, how many people did you really send to Ninghai City this time, and when will your reinforcements arrive?"
The Black-Clad Great Martial Master looked at Zhang Hao and said cruelly, "Don't worry, I won't say anything. You can just wait to die. Our Nangong Family's Martial Kings will arrive soon, and then it will be your death date."
"Then you can go die first!"
Zhang Hao snorted coldly, and with a "crack!" sound, he twisted the Black-Clad Great Martial Master's neck.
