Chapter 3904 — T015 Double Eleven Special Chapter 2: The Mortal Realm: More Than One With Such Thoughts—Zhen Yingjun Was Equally Covetous
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The two hit it off at once, and with Zhen Yingjun personally leading the way, the scene now before them came to pass.
Yet no sooner had the two reached the front of the villa, before they could even break down the door, than Wu Chengtian had already barred their path, a cold sneer on his unfriendly face: "So someone's finally come knocking. I've grown sick of playing security guard."
"You one of that Wei Zhao's lackeys?" Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable's brows knitted; in the next instant he erupted with the full aura of a Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection, and said with utter disdain, "Get lost this instant, or I'll make your life a living hell!"
"Ho, what big talk." Wu Chengtian could not help but laugh; he too released a mighty aura of his own, and sizing the other up out of the corner of his eye, said, "A living hell—can't say I've really tasted that one. Why don't you teach me, ugly old man?"
"Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection?" Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable's eyelid gave a sudden twitch, and he shot Zhen Yingjun a reproachful look. It was Zhen Yingjun who had told him that Wei Zhao's underlings were weak.
And yet here he was, running straight into a Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection on the very first step!
Before coming here, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable had repeatedly pressed Zhen Yingjun to confirm whether these inheritors truly lay unconscious and insensible—precisely because he feared running into a formidable foe. For he knew that every inheritor in the Cloud-Tier Island plan was a Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adept.
But now that he had come, he found that any random underling of Wei Zhao's who popped out was a Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection. How was a man supposed to swallow that?
"Surprised, ugly old man?" Wu Chengtian snickered with a mocking grin.
Called "ugly old man" twice in a row, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable at last could not keep the fury from his face. Because of the hideous blood scar running across his cheek, he loathed above all else being called ugly; every man who had ever dared say so to his face had by now left not even bones behind.
"Surprised? A little, perhaps—but it's only one Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection. You don't imagine that one-on-one you're a match for this Heavenly Venerable, do you? Don't be so utterly conceited, boy!" Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable sneered without cease.
Even if they were both Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection, a greenhorn like Wu Chengtian could never be a match for him, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable—of that there was not the slightest doubt.
That said, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable was about to strike at Wu Chengtian; one-on-one, he was absolutely certain of victory.
But at that very moment, another aura of Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection suddenly appeared before his eyes, as Qiu Lingshan stepped out from the villa: "One-on-one won't do? Then how about two-on-one?"
In an instant, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable's expression turned unspeakably grim. Two Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts, just casually strolling out. What the hell was going on here? Since when had Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection become so worthless!
The crux was that Qiu Lingshan was a beauty besides—and one who had walked out from inside the villa. Instinctively he took her for an inheritor, and the look he turned on Zhen Yingjun beside him instantly brimmed with lethal intent.
Didn't you say all the inheritors were unconscious? Didn't you say all Wei Zhao's underlings were a bunch of good-for-nothing rabble? Isn't this a goddamned con job!
Sensing that murderous look from Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable, Zhen Yingjun—already scared half out of his wits—was frightened shitless on the spot, and hastily stammered, "I—I don't know, the intelligence really did say so..."
"What's it to be, ugly old man? Are we fighting or not?" Wu Chengtian said impatiently. Had he not feared that a brawl here might spill over onto the unconscious women inside the villa, he would long since have made his move.