Chapter 873 — Not a Scratch
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Li Fu, is it? An external expert at the peak of the late Yellow rank." The man in white looked at Uncle Qing and spoke calmly. "You are still no match for me. But courtesy demands a return for every gift, and I gave you your chance—I told you to stand quietly and wait for us to leave, and you would not listen. So now you may go and die."
As he spoke, the man in white raised his hand and struck Uncle Qing in the chest. Before Uncle Qing could even dodge, his whole body was sent flying backward.
Fast—far too fast. Uncle Qing felt as though his chest had been smashed in, and the searing pain told him exactly what manner of man had come for him. Peak of the mid Mystic rank. Only one thing Uncle Qing could not fathom: even if the man was an expert at the peak of the mid Mystic rank, how could he be completely unharmed after taking a palm from him?
Uncle Qing's body crashed heavily to the ground, and blood burst from his mouth. He knew he was finished. A palm from an external expert at the peak of the mid Mystic rank was more than an external expert at the peak of the late Yellow rank like himself could withstand. If the man meant to kill him, how could he possibly survive?
"How... how is it... possible that you're unharmed?" Uncle Qing clutched his chest, staring in horror at the man in white, who did not have a scratch on him.
"Uncle Qing..." The young miss wept. She had seen with her own eyes Uncle Qing sent flying by the man in white, seen him cough up blood once he hit the ground.
Shen Yushu was frozen with terror too, staring blankly at the scene before her, at a loss for what to do. How could two young girls ever have gone through anything like this? Even the bank robbery last time, shielded as they were by Wei Zhao, had never been so bloody.
"Shut up!" Hearing Gu Mengyao's cry, the man in black who had gotten into the car pulled out a towel and swept it once before the faces of Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. Both of them fainted dead away.
"Drive!" Having knocked Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu unconscious, he ordered the driver in the car.
"Aren't we waiting for Master Ma?" the driver asked.
"Young Master Jun gave his orders—Master Ma will follow on his own, we're to go on ahead!" the man in black said.
"Understood!" The driver nodded and started the engine. The Land Rover tore away from the scene and vanished around the corner in the blink of an eye.
Uncle Qing watched the departing Land Rover in something close to despair. He spat out a foul breath, and his gaze toward the man in white grew blurrier and blurrier... He could not hold on much longer.
"Do you know why I let you keep that one breath?" The man in white lowered his head, looking down at Uncle Qing the way one looks down at all living things, and said coldly, "I'll let you die with your eyes open—I'm here to clear up your confusion!"
Uncle Qing did not speak. He was breathing out far more than he took in now, and he had no breath to waste on words. In his heart he could only pray that Wei Zhao would discover it soon and bring Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu back.
"My name is Ma Zhu. I cultivate the Golden Bell Shield, and I have broken through the eighth layer—I have reached the realm where blade and bullet cannot harm me!" The man in white spoke with great pride. "Killing you is no different from crushing an ant! Hahahaha!"
With that, Ma Zhu turned and climbed into the Land Rover in front. The engine started at once, and the car sped swiftly away from the place.