Chapter 317: Black-Clothed Martial Artist Attacks

"Do you think you can escape?" the Qu Family Head shouted loudly. "Kill them, don't let them get away!"

At the same time, Spiritual Qi gathered on his sword, stabbing towards the Zhang Family Head.

The Zhang Family Head wanted to defend himself, but the poison within his body had already broken through the blockade of the Medicinal Pill and was spreading throughout his body. His Spiritual Qi was uncontrollably defending itself, and he simply could not gather enough Spiritual Qi to block the Qu Family Head's strike.

"Ah!" The Zhang Family Head was pierced through the heart by the sword, coughing up blood.

"Father!" Seeing the Zhang Family Head die, his son, Zhang Qu, shouted loudly.

"Grandfather!" Zhang Wan, who was hiding to the side, was also heartbroken. The grandfather who loved him the most was dead, and the protective umbrella of the entire Family was gone. From now on, there would be no one left to protect him.

All the Clan Members were in chaos because the Zhang Family Head had died. He had been the Family Head for decades, and his prestige among the Clan Members and Martial Artists was unmatched. Now that the Zhang Family Head was dead, they felt as if the sky had collapsed.

"Kill!" Conversely, seeing the Zhang Family Head dead, the Qu Family Martial Artists' morale soared. They charged at the Zhang Family Martial Artists, fearing no death, and drove the Zhang Family Martial Artists into a steady retreat.

"Run! Save as many as you can!" Zhang Qu roared. The situation was lost; there was no longer a place for the Family in Chenyang City. Leaving safely was a luxury, and now he only hoped that a few more could escape to preserve the Family's Bloodline.

Zhang Qu looked at Zhang Wan, who was already streaming with tears, stroked his hair, and said softly, "Zhang Wan, your grandfather is dead, and the Family is finished. From now on, you can only rely on yourself. You must protect yourself well."

"Run? Father, you must run with me." Hearing his father's words, Zhang Wan realized immediately that his father intended to fight to the death.

Zhang Qu shook his head, "You still have a chance of survival if you escape, but Father cannot get away no matter what. Remember, do not seek revenge."

"No!" Zhang Wan grabbed his father's arm and shouted desperately, "Father, if you don't run, I won't run either."

"Slap!" Zhang Qu slapped Zhang Wan across the face and roared angrily, "Zhang Wan, what time do you think it is? Wake up! If you escape, our Family still has a Legacy. If you die here too, then the Family is truly finished. You know where the Family's resources are. Take some of the Clan Members and run! Use those resources to make a comeback!"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Wan was brought to his senses by the slap. He knew the situation was critical; if he stayed here, he would undoubtedly die. He had to escape, preserve the Family's Bloodline, and use the resources the Family had treasured over the years to make a comeback.

Generally, a Family would not keep resources within the Family itself; they would usually be hidden in a secret location.

Some big families would even split their wealth into several parts and hide them separately, fearing that if the Family ever faced a catastrophic disaster, these resources could be used to make a comeback.

The locations of the Family's hidden treasures were generally only known to the successors. As the only member of the third generation of the Direct Line, Zhang Wan naturally knew.

"You don't need to run anymore. Everyone stay here today!" A voice rang out from behind Zhang Wan. A Black-Clothed Martial Artist grabbed Zhang Wan's shoulder, and Zhang Wan instantly collapsed to the ground.

"Watch him well. The Family's wealth depends entirely on him," the Black-Clothed Martial Artist said casually, tossing Zhang Wan behind him.

Zhang Qu's eyes widened in shock, "You… who are you people?"

At the same time, the Qu Family Head, who was currently slaughtering the Clan Members, stopped his killing and looked towards this side with a solemn expression.