HEAVEN SWORD DRAGON SABRE Book 2 of 2

East And West Are Forever Apart Part 3

In Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min's eyes, these eleven kings looked so mean and ferocious, plus they were tall in stature; they were rather afraid.

Zhihui Wang spoke in Chinese, "Thou better release my fellow Cult member quickly, we will spare thy lives. They people are like pigs or dogs in us eyes; why do thou need to place thy blades on they people's necks? If thou dare, go ahead and kill they people. There are thousands of people like them people in the Persian Holy Cult. What regret do we people have if thou kill one or two of they people?"

"Thou don't have to talk big to deceive we people," Zhao Min said, "We people know that they two people are the Pingdeng Bao Shu Wang and Miaofeng Shi. They people's positions in thy Ming Cult are quite high. Thou said that they people are just like pigs or dogs in thy eyes then thou have made a mistake, a big heap mistake!"

That Zhihui Wang's Chinese was a 'textbook' Chinese, the terms they used for 'thou' and 'they people' were nondescript. Zhao Min had cleverly imitated his intonation and terminology. Although they were in a dangerous situation, Xie Xun and the others could not restrain from smiling.

Zhihui Wang frowned and said, "In our people's Holy Cult, there are three hundred sixty Bao Shu Wang, Pingdeng Wang holds the three hundred and fifty-ninth position. We people have one thousand two hundreds emissaries, this Miaofeng Shi's martial art is just so-so, he is totally useless. Thou quickly kill they people then!"

"Very good, very good!" Zhao Min said, "Friends with saber and sword in your hand, quickly kill these useless people!"

"Accepting order!" Xie Xun said. Lifting up his Saber, he drew a deep breath and hacked down toward Pingdeng Wang's skull.

Everybody shouted in alarm; but the Tulong Saber swept gently and swiftly less than half an inch pass Pingdeng Wang's head, cutting a clump of his hair, which was blown by the sea breeze, vanishing into the air. Xie Xun moved his arm, slicing to the left and to the right, seemingly cutting Pingdeng Wang's arms; but in the last moment he flicked his wrist slightly and cut Pingdeng Wang's sleeves instead.

These three moves were executed fiercely, yet accurately. It was extremely difficult even for people with seeing eyes, let alone for a blind man.

Narrowly missing death, Pingdeng Wang was so scared that he almost passed out several times. The other eleven Precious Tree kings and the Wind and Cloud three emissaries were dumbstruck; their mouths were wide open but their tongues were tied.

"Now thou have seen the Central Earth Ming Cult's martial art," Zhao Min said, "This Jin Mao Shi Wang ranks three thousand five hundred and ninth in the Central Earth Ming Cult. If thou want to rely on numbers to achieve victory, then the Central Earth Ming Cult will come to Persia to seek revenge in the future. We will wipe out thy central altar, and thou will certainly not able to resist. I suggest thou make peace with we people."

Zhihui Wang knew Zhao Min was bluffing, but he did not know how to answer her. Suddenly Dasheng Bao Shu Wang spoke. Xiao Zhao called out, "Zhang Gongzi, they are going to sink our ship."

Zhang Wuji's heart turned cold; he realized his side did not possess excellent water skill. Once the ship sunk, they would certainly be captured by the enemy. His shadow flashed and he had arrived in front of Dasheng Wang.

"What are thou doing?" Zhihui Wang shouted. From both sides Gongde Wang and Zhanghuo Wang, one was using a whip, the other a hammer, struck together.

By this time Zhang Wuji had already understood Persian Sect's martial art; without even trying to evade, both of his hands reached out and grabbed the kings' throats. 'Clang!' Gongde Wang's iron whip and Zhanghuo Wang's octagonal hammer struck each other. Sparks flew everywhere. Zhang Wuji sealed both men's acupoints on their throats to immobilize them and dragged them away.