Chapter 4087 — Scared to Their Knees on the Spot
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"Chen Muzhuang, you ungrateful dog! Is this how you repay Captain Xiaotao? You—" Cong Zhima cursed furiously, but before he could finish, Su Zhaohu kicked him aside. Huang Xiaotao hurried over and helped him to his feet.
"Give them to you? Hah, in your dreams! There are only five Everlasting Golden Core Fruits in total. One for each of the three of us here, and two more for my cousin. He's about to be taken in as a disciple by Lord Shangguan, and when he courts Princess Shangguan Lan'er, he'll need one to present to her. Four won't be enough! Cut the crap and hand them over!" Su Zhaohu said, turning on them without a shred of shame.
Hearing this, Wei Zhao, an outsider to the affair, now understood exactly who these people were. Su Zhaohu was in fact the cousin of Su Zhaohe, the man hailed as the thousand-year genius of the Chongtian Pavilion. No wonder he dared to act so brazenly.
Scum of this sort was cast from the same mold as Meng Zhou back in the day—relying on a relative to throw his weight around, fancying himself a cut above everyone else, never realizing that in the eyes of others he was nothing but a contemptible clown, not worth a fart.
"Serves you right!" Cong Zhima spat viciously at Chen Muzhuang. He had once counted the man as a brother he could entrust with his life, never imagining him to be such a piece of garbage. Su Zhaohu was no prize himself, but watching a traitor get betrayed in turn was deeply satisfying.
"You what? Keep jabbering and wasting my time, and I swear I'll cut you down right here!" Su Zhaohu glared with savage eyes, his killing intent laid bare.
A treasure is worthless if you're not alive to enjoy it. With no other choice, Chen Muzhuang dejectedly pulled the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit from his robe, and Su Zhaohu snatched it away in one motion.
"Tsk tsk, this is the kind of prize no amount of spirit jade could ever buy. With a treasure like this as a calling card, my cousin won't just be taken in by Lord Shangguan—he might well have double happiness, winning over the Shangguan young lady as well and becoming Lord Shangguan's grandson-in-law!" Su Zhaohu said, casting a mocking glance at Huang Xiaotao and sneering triumphantly. "Huang Xiaotao, trash like you being noticed by my cousin is already more luck than you'd earn in eight lifetimes, and you still refused? Hahaha, regretting it now, aren't you? Too bad it's useless! You're a disfigured freak—forget my cousin wanting you, not even a stray dog or cat on the roadside would take you!"
Huang Xiaotao clenched her teeth in fury but did not bother to retort. Arguing with a piece of scum who could only throw his relative's weight around while strutting about arrogantly was a waste of breath.
At that moment, the other man Su Zhaohu had brought along stepped up to Wei Zhao, looking down his nose at him. "Got a hole in your head, do you? I've been talking all this time and you still haven't handed over the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit? Courting death! Ever stop to think whether a treasure like this is something a bumpkin like you could ever deserve?"
Wei Zhao glanced at him and smiled, unruffled. "A pack of trash. Put the Everlasting Golden Core Fruit down now and get lost, and I'll still leave you a way to live," he said lightly.
"Huh?" The man turned and exchanged a look with Su Zhaohu, as though he had just heard the joke of the century, then burst into manic laughter, pointing at Wei Zhao and gasping for breath. "Well, well—looking at that face I took you for a bumpkin, but turns out you've got some bite! Hahaha, big words, mighty big words! Only a pity that before a real expert like me, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, just what do you think you are?"
"So you won't hand it over, then. Fine—I'll reluctantly oblige you." As his words fell, Wei Zhao suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a Frenzied Fire Fist, Twenty-Ninth Form.