Chapter 339: Death of the Zhang Family Martial Ancestor

"You are indeed very clever. If not for me, Qin Ming, the Qin Family would likely have been wiped out by you," Qin Ming nodded. "However, now that I, Qin Ming, am here, the Qin Family will be safe and sound. The only ones likely to be wiped out are your Zhang Family."

"Boastful!" The Middle-aged Man held his Broadsword upright and charged toward Qin Ming. He held the Broadsword high, and when he reached Qin Ming, he swung it down fiercely.

The old man behind the Middle-aged Man kept his eyes fixed on the Feather Transformation Sect Disciple in the white robe, ready at any moment.

The Feather Transformation Sect Disciple in the white robe smiled lightly at the Golden-Handed old man, showing no intention of intercepting him.

Just when both the Middle-aged Man and the Golden-Handed old man thought Qin Ming was about to be hacked to pieces, another Feather Transformation Sect Disciple from the side struck the Middle-aged Man's Broadsword with his long sword like lightning.

"Martial Ancestor!" The Middle-aged Man felt the force coming from the Broadsword, and his heart skipped a beat.

The white-robed youth from just now was a Martial Ancestor, and this youth was also a Martial Ancestor. Could it be that the other youths behind Qin Ming were also Martial Ancestors?

Qin Ming waved his hand: "Take care of all these people. Leave none behind."

"Yes, Sect Master!" the group replied respectfully.

"Sect Master?" The Middle-aged Man was terrified. Could these people belong to a Sect?

Looking at the uniform Weapons of these youths, the Middle-aged Man groaned inwardly. He had not expected the young master of the Qin Family to have joined a Sect, and even become its Sect Master.

The Qin Family was hiding too deeply, wasn't it?

If the Qin Family had revealed even a little of their true strength, he would have been out of his mind to provoke them; he would have rolled as far away as he could have.

"Young Master Qin," the Middle-aged Man pleaded, "I failed to recognize Mount Tai. I will give you all these Spirit Stones and resources, I only ask that you spare our Zhang Family."

The Feather Transformation Sect Disciples did not care about the Middle-aged Man's pleas. Since the Sect Master had not told them to stop, they would absolutely not stop.

The Middle-aged Man and the Golden-Handed old man had no time to plead; two Feather Transformation Sect Disciples had already begun their attack, and they could not afford any distraction.

Two Feather Transformation Sect Disciples attacked, while the other Disciples guarded the perimeter to prevent other Zhang Family members from escaping, with Qin Ming watching from the side.

Feather Transformation Sect Disciples rarely fought against Martial Artists of the same level. Taking this opportunity, the two Disciples fought impressively, and Qin Ming nodded inwardly as he watched.

The Feather Transformation Sect Disciple in the white robe was initially unaccustomed to the exchange, having his long sword grabbed by the old man's golden palm several times, suffering some minor setbacks. However, as the number of exchanges increased, the Disciple became more and more proficient, trading blows back and forth with the old man.

Relying on his Heaven-Grade Spirit Skill, the Disciple gradually suppressed the old man's golden hands, forcing the old man to retreat repeatedly.

At the same time, the Middle-aged Man with the Broadsword was also being completely suppressed by another Feather Transformation Sect Disciple, having no power to counterattack at all.

"Everyone, I, Old Seven, am only here to help out. The Spirit Stones are all here; I am withdrawing now." The old man, having been stabbed by a Feather Transformation Sect Disciple and wounded on the spot, hurriedly pleaded, wishing to hand over all the Spirit Stones on his person and have Qin Ming let him go.

"If you take someone's money, you must do the job well for them. How can you give up halfway?" Qin Ming smiled. Wanting to keep his life by leaving behind Spirit Stones—how could it be that easy?

If it were he, Qin Ming, who had lost the fight, these people would absolutely not have spared him. Wanting to wash their hands of the matter just by leaving behind a few paltry Spirit Stones—there was no such good thing in the world.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Seeing Old Seven start to plead, the Middle-aged Man knew that if he didn't risk his life now, he would be staying here today. He gritted his teeth, stopped caring about the incoming long sword, and swung his Broadsword fiercely at the Feather Transformation Sect Disciple, in a desperate Move to take the opponent down with him.

The Middle-aged Man was clearly using all his strength. The Broadsword was heavy and powerful; being hit would result in death or injury—no, looking at the position the Broadsword was aimed at, being hit meant certain death.

And because the Feather Transformation Sect Disciple's thin sword was thin, even if it struck, there was a high possibility of survival.

The Feather Transformation Sect Disciple fighting the Middle-aged Man had never seen such a ruthless person. His heart trembled, his hand slowed for an instant, and it was already too late to dodge.

"Pfft." The two Feather Transformation Sect Disciples standing on the side guarding the perimeter did not hesitate. The two of them flashed forward; one directly stabbed the Middle-aged Man in the throat with a sword, while the other Disciple deflected the Middle-aged Man's Broadsword to the side with a thin sword.

"All… Martial Ancestors!" The Middle-aged Man looked at the thin sword in his throat with unwillingness and fell down.