Chapter 4352 — Riding a Tiger
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"No wonder the brat's hopping mad. If it were me, I'd be hopping mad too." Qi Wenmo finally bared his teeth in a speechless grimace. To make an enemy like Wei Zhao—anyone in their right mind would be shaking in their boots. With the little courage Cheng Qitian had, if he didn't wipe out this threat soon, the man probably couldn't even sleep at night.
The two of them reached the front gate of the escort agency. A large crowd had already gathered outside, and both ends of the street were jammed solid with onlookers who had pushed their way over for the spectacle. Standing square in the middle of the gateway was Cheng Qitian, with a pack of Poison Eye Mercenary Corps toughs at his back, each radiating a cold, sharp menace—the kind of ruthless killers who wouldn't blink at taking a life.
Wei Zhao took one look and saw that among these Poison Eye Mercenary Corps elites, there were actually three whose strength he could not see through. Barring surprises, they were all Nascent Soul cultivators. Even Cheng Qitian could muster three Nascent Soul experts—that was a formidable foundation indeed. No wonder the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps could terrorize a whole corner of the Weihu Sea.
Wei Zhao was somewhat surprised at such a show of force, but on second thought, it made sense. Old Kong, a cultivator at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage, had been crippled by him in a single exchange. If Cheng Qitian hadn't brought this many experts for protection, how would he dare come block the door?
Seeing Qi Wenmo and Wei Zhao emerge—and especially upon seeing Wei Zhao—Cheng Qitian instinctively shrank his neck. That ferocious scene on the docks earlier had scared him badly enough; to say he'd wet himself and fled would not be an exaggeration. The man was thoroughly traumatized.
But when he met Wei Zhao's mocking gaze, Cheng Qitian instantly stiffened his neck. Humiliation turned to fury, and he jabbed a finger at Wei Zhao with a blustering air: "Men! Seize this thing and drag him back!"
At the command, the experts behind him unleashed their full auras, setting off a wave of clamor among the crowd. Even the three Nascent Soul experts wore solemn expressions. Their opponent might be only a Golden Core cultivator, but Old Kong's fate was a warning written in blood—they dared not be careless, and prepared to join forces to take Wei Zhao down.
Courting death! Killing intent blazed in Wei Zhao's eyes as well. He had let Cheng Qitian off the hook at the docks earlier because he did not want to push things with the Poison Eye Mercenary Corps to the point of no return. But now that the man was being so obstinately foolish, Wei Zhao would not mind painting the ground red.
Wei Zhao had no wish to invite trouble, but he had never feared it either. Even if the opponent was a local tyrant whose name made people pale, all he needed was the right opening—one top-grade elixir-fire true qi bomb, and however many Poison Eye Mercenary Corps experts came, that was how many would die!
In an instant the scene turned razor-taut, ready to snap. Whoever made the slightest move would set off a storm of blood and slaughter—and in the Weihu Sea, such things were nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet under the gaze of the whole crowd, Qi Wenmo walked calmly to a spot one pace from Cheng Qitian and said coolly, "Seize him? Hmph. If you've got the guts, seize one and let me see it. The moment you lay a finger on him, I'll make sure not a single one of you ever gets home. Care to take that bet, Young Master Cheng?"
As his words fell, the escorts of the Qingtian Escort Agency abruptly released their auras—and among them were no few Nascent Soul experts. Compared with the men Cheng Qitian had brought, they were more than a match. After all, this was the Qingtian Escort Agency's home ground!