The Secret to Picking Up Girls

The Kongtong Sect disciples, including the three elders, were watching Zhang Yuze with strange looks as he took out a small drum. They were puzzled, wondering what Zhang Yuze intended to do with it. However, they were already very wary of Zhang Yuze. Every move he made was met with extra caution, and they hesitated, not daring to rush forward.

Only Yu Wanxiong, held captive by Zhang Yuze, felt disdain in his heart. He thought to himself, 'Is this kid scared? Why else would he pull out such a toy at this moment? Does he think it's some kind of magic weapon?' The more he thought about it, the more convinced Yu Wanxiong became that Zhang Yuze was just bluffing. Therefore, he became even more certain and said to Zhang Yuze with a faint smile, “I advise you to release me as soon as possible! I can still plead with my martial uncles to show you leniency. With so many of us here, you have no chance of escaping.”

Zhang Yuze looked at Yu Wanxiong's smug expression and coldly snorted at him. He remembered that it was Yu Wanxiong who had caused Zhou Qing to lie unconscious. The more he thought about it, the more resentment Zhang Yuze felt towards Yu Wanxiong. Now, he even dared to be so arrogant in front of him, which made Zhang Yuze unable to hold back any longer. He slapped Yu Wanxiong's face.

With a 'smack,' Yu Wanxiong's face swelled up, red and frightening.

“Shut your mouth! If you keep yapping, I'll let you know why flowers are so red and why the sun is so bright!” Zhang Yuze grabbed Yu Wanxiong's collar tightly and said to him with great dissatisfaction.

As he spoke, Zhang Yuze waved the Soul-Reaping Drum in his hand, and boundless killing intent emanated from his body.

However, the Kongtong elders would never allow Zhang Yuze to leave just like that, as it would be a slap in their faces. Seeing Zhang Yuze's actions, one of the elders shouted to the Kongtong Sect disciples beside him, “Don't listen to him! Attack! You must capture him and not let him leave!”

“Yes!” Upon hearing this, nearly a hundred Kongtong Sect disciples nodded, brandished the long swords in their hands, and were about to charge towards Zhang Yuze.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Yuze sighed slightly in his heart. He felt very helpless. He was not a bloodthirsty person. He had come to Kongtong this time only to get the antidote from Yu Wanxiong. But for Zhou Qing's sake, if these Kongtong Sect people really forced him to do so, Zhang Yuze would have no choice but to kill. Zhang Yuze was not a soft-hearted person to begin with.

“Good… Since that's the case, then you brought it upon yourselves. Don't blame me.” Zhang Yuze smiled faintly and began to shake the Soul-Reaping Drum in his hand.