Chapter 4087 — Scared to Their Knees on the Spot

"Chen Muzhuang, you ungrateful dog! Is this how you repay Captain Xiaotao? You—" Cong Zhima cursed furiously, but before he could finish, Su Zhaohu kicked him aside. Huang Xiaotao hurried over and helped him to his feet.

"Give them to you? Hah, in your dreams! There are only five Everlasting Golden Core Fruits in total. One for each of the three of us here, and two more for my cousin. He's about to be taken in as a disciple by Lord Shangguan, and when he courts Princess Shangguan Lan'er, he'll need one to present to her. Four won't be enough! Cut the crap and hand them over!" Su Zhaohu said, turning on them without a shred of shame.

Hearing this, Wei Zhao, an outsider to the affair, now understood exactly who these people were. Su Zhaohu was in fact the cousin of Su Zhaohe, the man hailed as the thousand-year genius of the Chongtian Pavilion. No wonder he dared to act so brazenly.

Scum of this sort was cast from the same mold as Meng Zhou back in the day—relying on a relative to throw his weight around, fancying himself a cut above everyone else, never realizing that in the eyes of others he was nothing but a contemptible clown, not worth a fart.

"Serves you right!" Cong Zhima spat viciously at Chen Muzhuang. He had once counted the man as a brother he could entrust with his life, never imagining him to be such a piece of garbage. Su Zhaohu was no prize himself, but watching a traitor get betrayed in turn was deeply satisfying.

"You what? Keep jabbering and wasting my time, and I swear I'll cut you down right here!" Su Zhaohu glared with savage eyes, his killing intent laid bare.

A treasure is worthless if you're not alive to enjoy it. With no other choice, Chen Muzhuang dejectedly pulled the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit from his robe, and Su Zhaohu snatched it away in one motion.

"Tsk tsk, this is the kind of prize no amount of spirit jade could ever buy. With a treasure like this as a calling card, my cousin won't just be taken in by Lord Shangguan—he might well have double happiness, winning over the Shangguan young lady as well and becoming Lord Shangguan's grandson-in-law!" Su Zhaohu said, casting a mocking glance at Huang Xiaotao and sneering triumphantly. "Huang Xiaotao, trash like you being noticed by my cousin is already more luck than you'd earn in eight lifetimes, and you still refused? Hahaha, regretting it now, aren't you? Too bad it's useless! You're a disfigured freak—forget my cousin wanting you, not even a stray dog or cat on the roadside would take you!"

Huang Xiaotao clenched her teeth in fury but did not bother to retort. Arguing with a piece of scum who could only throw his relative's weight around while strutting about arrogantly was a waste of breath.

At that moment, the other man Su Zhaohu had brought along stepped up to Wei Zhao, looking down his nose at him. "Got a hole in your head, do you? I've been talking all this time and you still haven't handed over the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit? Courting death! Ever stop to think whether a treasure like this is something a bumpkin like you could ever deserve?"

Wei Zhao glanced at him and smiled, unruffled. "A pack of trash. Put the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit down now and get lost, and I'll still leave you a way to live," he said lightly.

"Huh?" The man turned and exchanged a look with Su Zhaohu, as though he had just heard the joke of the century, then burst into manic laughter, pointing at Wei Zhao and gasping for breath. "Well, well—looking at that face I took you for a bumpkin, but turns out you've got some bite! Hahaha, big words, mighty big words! Only a pity that before a real expert like me, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, just what do you think you are?"

"So you won't hand it over, then. Fine—I'll reluctantly oblige you." As his words fell, Wei Zhao suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a Frenzied Fire Fist, Twenty-Ninth Form.

Boom! The man had no chance to react at all. His wild laughter cut off mid-sound, his head blown to bits, leaving only a headless corpse to crumple slowly to the ground—and to the very end he never understood how he had died at the hands of a bumpkin like this.

Sss! This sudden turn left everyone present gasping and drawing in cold breath, and every gaze fixed on Wei Zhao was seized with utter horror.

Huang Xiaotao and Cong Zhima were struck dumb with fright. They had always taken Wei Zhao for the weakest of them, had made him carry their spirit medicines and do the heavy labor, and had even prided themselves on treating him with great kindness. Thinking back on it now, their faces burned with shame—they had been so ridiculous they wanted to sink into the ground.

A full-fledged late-stage Foundation Establishment expert, and Wei Zhao had killed him with a single casual punch, without even a shred of resistance. What terrifying, monstrous strength was this!

"You... are you a senior of the Golden Core stage?" The other underling Su Zhaohu had brought, witnessing this brutal scene, was so frightened he nearly wet himself on the spot and asked, stammering.

Su Zhaohu too had gone deathly pale. The plan had been flawless; the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit was all but in his hands. Who could have foreseen that he would suddenly kick an iron plate and have a devil incarnate like this Cheng Yaojin appear out of nowhere?

Though terror gripped his heart, he looked unwillingly at the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit clutched in his hand, and his face twisted savagely as he roared, "No! He can't be! At most he's at the peak of late-stage Foundation Establishment—at most! All of us together, there's no way we can't kill him!"

As his words fell, Su Zhaohu steeled himself and charged into the fray, and the underling who had nearly wet himself, seeing this, dared not lag behind; with the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit already in hand, there was no reasoning in handing it over now, and with a great roar he charged at Wei Zhao alongside him.

"Careful..." Huang Xiaotao and Cong Zhima hastily warned. The shock of that bloody scene had not yet fully settled, and deep down they felt that however strong Wei Zhao might be, he would still struggle to be a match for Su Zhaohu and his man together.

Yet before their words had even landed, Wei Zhao stood his ground without dodging or evading, and with a calm expression raised his hand in a Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm. With a resounding bang, Su Zhaohu's underling was sent flying through the air, smashing through several large trees in succession.

By the time he finally crashed to the ground, his whole body was riddled with craters and pits—never mind staying alive, his corpse had been battered beyond all human shape.

Watching Wei Zhao's intimidating gaze begin to turn on him, Su Zhaohu was so terrified his scalp nearly burst. With an inhuman shriek, he scrambled and tumbled to halt his forward charge, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees on the spot.