Chapter 3972 — Easily Beaten Off
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After a short while, Wei Zhao came upon a stretch of ruins at a bend in the mountain path. Judging by the wreckage, this had once been the wooden hut the man had spoken of.
Wei Zhao could not help but feel a jolt of surprise. If this really was the Rag King's dwelling, then the fellow had not merely run into trouble—he had run into **real** trouble. His home had been burned down in broad daylight. What kind of grudge could run that deep?
After all, it was hardly likely that the Rag King had been bored out of his wits and decided to torch the place himself just for fun.
Fortunately, the Rag King was, at the very least, a top-tier expert at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage. Unless someone had actually killed him, a little hut fire like this should not have been able to harm him.
But then again, if he could not find the Rag King himself, Wei Zhao would be in a bind. In his current identity as Lin Er, even having removed the threat of Meng Jueming, he still could not afford to strut about and show his face too openly. If he failed to locate the Rag King in short order, this trip would end in nothing but a fruitless return.
Just as Wei Zhao was hesitating over whether to linger any longer, three figures came charging up swiftly from behind. While still far off, they launched martial techniques at him without a word.
Wei Zhao was startled and instinctively assumed his identity had been exposed. If a commotion broke out in a place like this, it would be nothing but bad news for him.
This, after all, was Qingyun Pavilion's territory. Once blood was actually spilled, the situation could easily spiral beyond control, leaving endless trouble in its wake.
With no time for further thought, Wei Zhao immediately employed the Butterfly Microstep to evade their attacks and said coldly, "Who are you? What business do you have here?"
"Hmph, what business? Settling scores with you, of course! You dare steal from us—you really don't even know how the word 'death' is written! Last time we only burned down that shabby hut of yours—consider yourself lucky. Today we'll teach you a proper lesson!" The leader sneered with a scowl. But when he got a clear look at Wei Zhao's face, his voice suddenly caught in his throat. "You... you're not the Rag King?"
Wei Zhao gave him a faint glance. "What do you think?"
The three exchanged glances. Yet upon realizing they had mistaken him for someone else, they did not stop—instead they grew all the more self-righteous: "Even if he's not the Rag King, he's definitely one of the Rag King's cronies. Dealing with scum like this is carrying out justice on heaven's behalf!"
"Carrying out justice on heaven's behalf? Heh, you lot really are infuriating." Wei Zhao frowned, and then the aura around his whole body surged violently, a scorching fist intent sweeping across every direction like a fire god descended into the world.
As a man of power, there was no need to be overly forbearing with such blind, foolish rabble. If they were being an nuisance, then a single move to put them down would suffice.
All three were only at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage—in Wei Zhao's eyes, utterly beneath a single blow.
In the span of a single exchange, all three were sprawled on the ground under Wei Zhao's casually delivered Wild Fire Fist, Style Twenty-Four, each of them scorched black and thoroughly bedraggled. Had Wei Zhao not deliberately held back, they would likely have been burned to ashes, not even a corpse left behind.
"Qingyun Pavilion really is feeble beyond words—truly worthy of its reputation as a shelter for trash," Wei Zhao said, shaking his head in exasperation. These three wore the attire of Qingyun Pavilion inner disciples. From their earlier arrogance, he had assumed they might have some real skill. To think they would crumble at a single blow—it truly left one speechless.