Chapter 3286 — A Crack
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
The Secluded Elder was frightened out of his wits. Was Qian Boguang suicidal? If he wanted to die, he should not drag the Black Horse Association down with him! The Secluded Elder wanted to stop him, but he lacked the strength to do so. For one thing, both were masters of late Heaven Rank peak Great Perfection; for another, if his interference provoked Lin Dongfang's misjudgment, and the man killed him as well—what then?
In that moment of hesitation, Qian Boguang had already closed in on Lin Dongfang. It was too late to undo.
"Sshh—" A sharp whistling of the blade, and Qian Boguang struck. The silver snake softsword in his hand lashed at Lin Dongfang's neck like a venomous serpent! From the very first move, he went for the head—that too was the Black Horse Association's style: strike without mercy, or do not strike at all!
Yet what left the crowd uncertain and alarmed was that Lin Dongfang simply stood there and did not dodge, as though utterly unaware that the silver snake softsword was about to take his life. Had Lin Dongfang been frightened senseless?
The thought had no sooner arisen than they all dismissed it. If the man before them was indeed that man of years past, then he would certainly not be frozen by such a trifling scene. The only other possibility was that Lin Dongfang did not regard Qian Boguang as worth a thought.
Of course, the Secluded Elder was afraid—and Zhong Yongliang and the others were just as afraid! Zhong Yongliang cursed inwardly: Qian Boguang, you fool, are you trying to get us all killed? Do you not see that we all look like one gang right now?
"Crack—" Just as each nursed his own hidden thoughts, the silver snake softsword met Lin Dongfang's neck and gave out a crisp sound!
What?!
The crowd could not believe it. Lin Dongfang had neither dodged nor flinched, letting the silver snake softsword chop into his neck? Was that not courting death? Even a master of the Heavenly Way could not be indestructible, surely? This Heaven Rank divine weapon, the silver snake softsword, was a treasure that cut iron like mud—was his head not about to come off?
Especially at that crisp "crack"—the crowd was all the more certain that Lin Dongfang's head had fallen. But what made their jaws drop was that the crisp "crack" was not Lin Dongfang's neck being severed, but Qian Boguang's silver snake softsword snapping!
"Boom—" Just as jaws were dropping, Lin Dongfang finally threw a punch—a single punch, plain and unremarkable, striking Qian Boguang's chest with a thunderous roar!
And Qian Boguang's whole body was sent flying backward. In his chest was a clear, deep concavity, proclaiming the unimaginable and tremendous power of that seemingly ordinary punch from Lin Dongfang!
Qian Boguang's eyes had already rolled white while he was still in the air, and when his body struck the ground heavily in the distance, he was dead beyond any doubt!
Not a sound—not even a crow's cry!
This sudden turn, though the crowd had long been mentally prepared for it, shook them deeply once again! Zhong Yongliang especially—mouth agape, gasping in great heaving breaths, his whole body trembling—because that was exactly how he had died back then!
The Secluded Elder did not even bother to check Qian Boguang's injuries. For one thing, he dared not reveal that he had any connection to Qian Boguang; for another, there was no need to look—Qian Boguang was certainly dead, and looking would be wasted effort. (To be continued)