Chapter 4705 — A Small Sorcerer Meets a Great One
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
With that, Wei Zhao stepped straight forward, his manner so leisurely and composed that he seemed not to regard the mountain king before him at all. The bystanders exchanged glances. What kind of day was this? Truly, mighty figures of every stripe were out and about—here came another one with an astonishingly bold tongue!
At the sight, Huo Yudie burst into a laugh. After a glance at Kang Jingming, she hurried to catch up with Wei Zhao's steps. Since Wei Zhao was so confident, that meant he could handle Scarface—what did she have to worry about?
As Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie drew closer and closer, both wearing expressions that regarded no one, Scarface flew into a rage.
He was the strongest expert present—the peak of the early Xuan Ascension stage. Earlier, a freak like Kang Jingming, with his bizarre getup, had appeared, and he had been wary and dared not provoke him. That he could let slide; after all, it would not ruin the main business, at most costing him some authority.
But after that, not only did someone try to slip through in the confusion, someone actually dared to boast that he had finished watching the show and would now be passing through. Did that mean he, a dignified peak expert of the early Xuan Ascension stage, was nothing but a monkey putting on a show? Or worse—a monkey being played for a fool?
"Brat, I'll be taking this beauty beside you. Hand her over now..." Scarface strode up and planted himself before Wei Zhao and Huo Yudie. As he spoke, his face full of lewdness, he reached out to touch Huo Yudie—only now did he belatedly realize that this veiled woman, wrapped so tightly from head to toe, was a rare treasure of the world.
Unfortunately for him, before he could finish speaking, Wei Zhao had already, without a word, swung a slap at him. At the sight Scarface's fury turned to laughter. Who did this brat think he was? A full-force sneak attack would have been one thing, but to slap him in public—was there nothing but shit in this creature's head?
Scarface instinctively meant to snarl and slap back, dragon-tiger phantoms flickering around his body—he had already brought out the overbearing, ferocious Dragon-Tiger Slaying Fist. Plainly, like a lion pouncing on a rabbit with the majesty of a sovereign descending upon the world, he meant to use Wei Zhao's head to establish his authority once more.
There was no questioning the power of the Dragon-Tiger Slaying Fist. Yet before Scarface could fully unleash it, Wei Zhao's palm had already landed across his face, accompanied by a faint, soul-shaking dragon's roar. At some point, five-element killing qi had condensed in Wei Zhao's hand.
Smack! With a crisp, fleshy report, Scarface's massive frame went flying like a kite with its string cut, utterly beyond his control, tumbling more than a hundred feet before he could even begin to get up.
A wave of sharp, indrawn breaths swept the crowd in unison. Every eye that turned to Wei Zhao carried incomparable shock and awe—short of prostrating themselves in worship.
Kang Jingming had been formidable enough before, annihilating a Nascent Soul consummate expert in a single move, but compared with this newly emerged figure, he was utterly outclassed—a small sorcerer meeting a great one. (To be continued)