The Sword God of the South

The Last Task of the Teacher

As the shout rang out in his ears, it just so happened that the Fourth Leader was fighting fiercely against Zhang Fei. It turned out that the trident stance he had been relying on, was unable to kill the youngster quickly.

Although the condition is always under the wind, but in fact he can still survive. Trident punctures that come unnoticed always fail to hit the target.

He was really upset about that fact. On the other hand, the Fourth Leader was also amazed towards the youngster who was now his opponent.

Inwardly, the perverted figure thought that to defeat him, it must have taken a short time. It was not impossible that he had to sacrifice with a heavy struggle.

Therefore, upon hearing the First Leader's call telling him to leave immediately, he secretly felt elated.

He quickly answered.

"Good, Chief. I got it,"

The Fourth Leader increased his speed in moving. When he found the situation favorable to him, he immediately launched a long-range punch.

Yush!!!

A wisp of blackish light shot towards Zhang Fei. Quickly not playing.

The young man cried out stifled. Hurriedly he jumped to the side so as not to get hit by the long-range attack just now.

Blarr!!!

The long-distance blow struck a tree. The tree was instantly smashed into pieces due to being hit by a fierce energy.

Zhang Fei has survived death. But instead, he had to lose that great enemy.

Because when the situation has gradually normalized, when he watches the situation around, in that place there is no one else.

Where did they go?

He was flirting for some time. But the results remain nil.

The main figures of the Skull Moon Organization were already completely gone.

At that moment, Zhang Fei suddenly heard the sound of people coughing. When examined, it turns out that the sound of coughing comes from the mouth of his teacher, Pek Ma. Which now lies weakly on the ground.

He quickly darted to the place where his teacher was. When he arrived, his heart was in pain again. It hurts a lot more than before.

Zhang Fei could not bear to see the condition of Pek Ma who was covered in blood. Moreover, he could not bear to see the hand of his teacher who had been cut off.

"Teacher, what happened to you?" he asked quickly. Pek Ma's head was raised and placed on his thighs.

"My disciples .. I, I lost," said the old man with great difficulty.

"No, teacher. We haven't lost. Later, we'll take revenge on them,"

Zhang Fei's voice became hoarse. It happened because he was holding back the sadness and anger that was currently tempestuous inside his chest.

"That's impossible. I'm .. I'm not strong anymore,"

"Teacher, you don't like that. I ... I'll take you to the city and find a healer to take care of all these wounds,"

Tears began to pour down her cheeks. After all, Pek Ma was already considered an old man himself. Moreover, he was the one who took care of himself from childhood to adulthood.

"Free, my student," he said. But the speech immediately stopped because again Pek Ma coughed. Cough that spits blood.

After gathering strength, he resumed his words. "I've been exposed to the First Leader's malignant poison. Now, my body feels hot as if it's being burned. This pain I felt, it hurt a lot more when my hand was cut off by his sword," he glanced at the hand I had partially clenched.

There was a pain in his heart when he saw that reality. The hand that used to be very proud, the hand that once made Gods and devils fear him, must now be held by an opponent's sword.

"My disciples .." the old man said after a long silence.

"What's up, teacher?" zhang Fei asked trying to stay firm.

"Before I die. I, uh, have a job for you,"

"What is the teacher's job? Just tell me, the disciple will definitely carry out that task,"

"You .. You go south. Climb to the White Cloud Mountain. There, there was a martial artist who hid himself. Tell him you're the son of the Lightning Sword Zhang Xin,"

"Good, teacher. Fine, I'll go there," he said, nodding his head a few times.

"good. Don't forget, avenge the deaths of your five teachers,"

Finished saying so, Pek Ma's head instantly drooped helplessly.

He's dead! Killed in the lap of his student.

The young man's cry broke instantly. Several times he also screamed like a man of infidelity.

Indeed, the death of the Five White Angels who were his teachers, made the young man's mind hit very hard.

The shadow of pain that had occurred in the past, now flashed before his face. His father, his mother, even his teachers, seemed to wave at him.

It was as if they were inviting Zhang Fei to go catch up with him.

Several times he shook his head. As a sign that he did not or did not want to catch up with them.

After all, even in a sad state, but his conscious still remembered. He can still control himself.

About thirty minutes later, Zhang Fei had already returned to his senses. He is conscious, fully aware.

"One day, I will avenge the deaths of my five teachers. And I will also kill those warriors who have already escaped!"

Both of his hands clenched tightly. As he spoke, he also gritted his teeth firmly.

A moment later, Zhang Fei stood up from his position.

He's looking for the right place to bury those people's bodies. After finding it, with all his might and with the existing equipment, he instantly made a sizable hole.

Dozens of people were buried together. As for his five teachers, he buried them apart. They are not stacked in one hole, but buried one by one.

The work was completed right at the time of the morning sun appeared in the eastern horizon.

Zhang Fei was currently inside the headquarters of the Skull Moon Organization. He was looking for something to eat.

Once he found the food, he immediately ate it voraciously. Not only that, Zhang Fei also intended to look for other precious items.

Not only money, but also information that suppose written on a letter or the like.

Too bad, looking for so long, Zhang Fei couldn't find anything. He could only find one leather pouch that contained a gold puck.

Feeling that his search was in vain, the young man decided to go out.

He then rested under a shady tree adjacent to the graves of his five teachers. Only a moment later did he lay down his body, he had fallen asleep.

The atmosphere in the former headquarters of the Skull Moon Organization was still chaotic. Remnants of the fight, blood stains on the grass, and the air of death still felt quite concentrated.

Anyone who was in the area around it, would definitely see and feel the above.