Chapter 3890 — Take Him Down!
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At the sight of these two stepping out, the other newcomers were startled, and it seemed the situation was showing signs of slipping out of control.
Yet Meng Jueming, far from angered, only laughed. "So you want to rebel? Don't say your senior brother didn't warn you—seizing Wei Zhao and bringing him before the elder of the Pill Hall is the consensus of Pavilion Master Hu and the Pill Hall's higher-ups. From first to last, there is reason and evidence. Whoever dares defy it will be deemed to have openly rebelled, and by the rules of the San Die Pavilion, such a one may be killed without mercy!"
As he spoke, Meng Jueming shot a glance at Murong Zhen and Meng Zhou, and each of them gathered their power and fixed their eyes on Wei Zhao and the others.
This time, they held the imperial sword of authority and stood on unimpeachable ground. Even if they killed Wei Zhao and the rest outright, the San Die Pavilion would not pursue the matter. Conversely, if Wei Zhao and his companions dared to resist, that would only confirm the charge of rebellion—and they would have died for nothing!
"Hold on, hold on! Senior Brother Meng, wait—there's been a misunderstanding here!" Seeing how badly things stood, Poor Wretch Senior Brother hurried forward to smooth matters over.
He had been somewhat worried about this affair from the start, and sure enough the situation was now developing in the most dangerous direction. Meng Jueming was plainly setting a trap for Wei Zhao. With a hot-blooded young man like Wei Zhao, once he lost his temper and was truly provoked into confirming the charge of rebellion, his whole life would be finished—the San Die Pavilion would never let any rebel off.
"A misunderstanding? Everyone saw Wei Zhao resist just now, yet Junior Brother Poor Wretch spouts such nonsense as to call it a misunderstanding. Shielding him so shamelessly, without the least principle—it seems you're preparing to throw in with them, are you?" Meng Jueming casually clapped another great hat down on him. "Or is it that you secretly took those forty seeds out and sold them?"
He had already realized that this was a perfect opportunity—a perfect opportunity to bury Wei Zhao and his whole faction, and even Poor Wretch along with them!
"That..." Poor Wretch Senior Brother was at once rendered speechless. He had never been good with words, and in a situation like this, half a wrong sentence might well bring utter ruin down on him, so he dared not speak carelessly at all.
"Take them down!" Meng Jueming gave no one a chance to think of a countermeasure. With a single command he once again took the lead in attacking Wei Zhao, and this time he was neither careless nor contemptuous, nor did he intend to hold back—Yin Bone Claw, Twenty-Third Form!
Yin Bone Claw, as its name suggests, was an exceedingly sinister and vicious martial technique. It was said that when cultivated to an extremely profound level, the bones of the practitioner's hands would begin to deform, gradually becoming a claw of yin bone in the truest sense.
And though Meng Jueming's palms had not yet fully transformed into inhuman claws, compared to an ordinary person's they had already grown markedly deformed—a mark of his power.
As Meng Jueming once more struck at Wei Zhao, the other newcomers tactfully drew aside, while Poor Wretch Senior Brother, Xiao Che, and Qiao Hongcai were already held fast under the watchful eyes of Murong Zhen and Meng Zhou.
Wei Zhao had always shown himself to be formidable, strong enough even to overwhelm Murong Zhen, a peak early-stage Foundation Establishment expert; yet not a single person present believed he was a match for Meng Jueming.
After all, Meng Jueming was a mid-stage Foundation Establishment expert—the two were simply not on the same level.