"Zhao Ye, my master said that we can let you live, but this child must be handed over to us. You have to think clearly in the last minute."

Wei Qing pointed at the black-faced man holding a machete and said, "This man's name is Jiang Wenbin. He is a direct disciple of Jiang Hong, the old man of the Jiang family. His martial arts realm has also reached the middle stage of Xiantian."

Jiang Hong is the most powerful head of the Jiang family, and he is also the president of the martial arts organization in Qin Province.

Wei Qing had done research on the Jiang family and the Zhao, Qian, and Sun families before, so he could recognize the key figures in these families now.

Chen Xingran looked at the two groups of people below and said, "That warrior from the Zhao family should be the strongest person in the Zhao family right now, right?"

Wei Qing nodded: "Probably."

Chen Xingran said: "The Zhao family has sent the strongest warriors here to guard this child. It seems that the Zhao family will never give up resistance."

Sure enough, as Chen Xingran expected, Zhao Ye also took out a sharpened dagger and threw the dagger scabbard at Jiang Wenbin's feet.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just do it if you want to, I can still be afraid of you!"

Jiang Wenbin said angrily: "Seeking death!"

After Jiang Wenbin finished speaking, his men rushed towards the Zhao family.

"Bang bang bang!"

Someone in the Zhao family actually took out a homemade firecracker. After a wave of firecrackers were struck, seven or eight of the Jiang family members fell to the ground.

However, none of the Jiang family members who came today were vegetarians. The one who was not shot swung the sharp weapon in his hand and hit the Zhao family bodyguard directly.

With a wailing scream, a large section of the Zhao family was chopped down.

At this moment, Zhao Ye and Jiang Wenbin also took action. The two of them did not come up to test, so they immediately made a killing move.

After just a few face-to-face encounters, the two of them decided the winner.

The dagger in Zhao Ye's hand fell to the ground. His knees softened and he knelt half on the ground. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest. A long gash was cut from his chest to his stomach, and some internal organs had already rolled out.

Zhao Ye stared at Jiang Wenbin with unblinking eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "You, you have actually reached the peak of the innate... Your Jiang family is about to give birth to a transformation warrior... The Zhao family is the best in heaven..."

As soon as Zhao Ye said his last words, "Heaven will destroy my Zhao family," he died completely.

When the remaining Zhao family members saw that Zhao Ye was dead, they completely lost the idea of ​​resistance, threw away what they were doing, and fell to the ground one by one.

Jiang Wenbin scolded the Zhao family: "Get out of here, go back and tell Zhao Yong that your Zhao family is finished."

A young leader of the Zhao family couldn't help but ask: "Our Mr. Zhao will come back sooner or later. Aren't you afraid of Mr. Zhao's revenge by doing this?"

Jiang Wenbin laughed a few times, then walked up to the child who was shivering with fear, and grabbed the child's chin with his bloody hands.

"Child, tell him, did Mr. Zhao return to the west? Or did he go to the west? If you don't tell the truth, did you see my uncle's machete?"

The child's body was trembling. He lowered his head and stammered for a long time: "That grandpa of the Zhao family is dead!"

The little leader of the Zhao family looked shocked. He stared at the child and asked, "That's not what you said at the conference!"
Chapter completed!