Chapter 584 — Wei Zhao Is Injured

Wei Zhao smiled coldly, glanced at Young Master Bing on the ground, then looked at Uncle Zhu, and said: "What I set out to do, I have done. Leave Songshan City — otherwise some day I may take it into my head again to remember what he has done."

A threat! A barefaced threat, and it turned Uncle Zhu's expression grim. Since he had advanced to the Mystic rank, when had anyone ever dared to threaten him? After all, in the mundane world a Mystic rank expert was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns — and yet this youth before him, who looked not yet twenty, truly possessed the strength of the early Mystic rank!

"One should not be so arrogant in this world. Leave others a line of retreat — your strength is not yet enough to look down upon all heroes..." But before Uncle Zhu could finish, Wei Zhao had already turned and walked away!

Ignored! Flagrantly ignored yet again, and Uncle Zhu's face turned uglier still. But there was nothing he could do. In a hard fight against Wei Zhao, it was anyone's guess who would die. Uncle Zhu truly had no recourse at all!

Besides, he was now an arrow at the end of its flight, having stepped forward only by sheer force of will; he felt he might collapse at any moment.

Wei Zhao got into the van, and Fatso Lai, who had long been waiting inside, gave him a thumbs-up: "Boss, you were incredible! In a situation like that, you dared to cripple both of Zhao Qibing's legs!"

"Drive!" Wei Zhao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, straight onto the windshield, and then began to cough without stopping.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Fatso Lai was startled. He had thought Wei Zhao magnificent a moment ago — who would have known that Wei Zhao was injured?

"Drive. Hurry, find a quiet place." Wei Zhao panted rapidly, issuing his orders to Fatso Lai.

Fatso Lai nodded, not daring to dawdle; he quickly started the car, and in a puff of smoke it vanished from the area around Qibing Tower. Fatso Lai had meant to take Wei Zhao to a hospital, but on second thought — Wei Zhao was a divine physician himself, so why go to a hospital? That he had asked for a quiet place must have its reasons.

With that in mind, Fatso Lai sped toward his own villa.

Wei Zhao had been holding on until now by a single breath of will, his resolve being to avenge Tang Yun's grievance; that was why, after taking Uncle Zhu's palm strike head-on, he had never let his injury show. He had indeed meant to do something to Zhao Qibing just now, but he could hold out no longer.

Never had Wei Zhao imagined that a bastard son would have an early Mystic rank expert at his side. Were Mystic rank experts so cheap, or was that so-called hidden family simply too powerful?

He had, in truth, underestimated his opponent far too much. He had thought he could keep Zhao Qibing from living past this year, but he had not managed it. Making a man die a slow death was Wei Zhao's specialty; Wei Zhao had not said he would kill Zhao Qibing today, but that did not mean he would not kill him tomorrow, or later.

Wei Zhao felt an indescribable agony; his five viscera and six bowels had been shifted out of place. An early Mystic rank expert of inner strength was, one might say, on par with Wei Zhao's own strength; only, Wei Zhao had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, and so after receiving that palm he could still hold on long enough to disfigure Zhao Qibing and break both his legs — while Uncle Zhu had nearly passed out.

When they reached Fatso Lai's villa, Fatso Lai did not even bother to lock the car — indeed, at the gate of his own villa, a car would not be stolen even unlocked.

Fatso Lai helped Wei Zhao into the villa. Fatso Lai's wife was startled, and was about to ask something, but Fatso Lai glared her into silence. Fatso Lai helped Wei Zhao into the guest room, and Wei Zhao smiled bitterly and said: "Stand guard at the door. Don't let anyone disturb me."

"Yes, boss!" Fatso Lai nodded hurriedly, closed the door for Wei Zhao, and stood guard outside.

Wei Zhao fell straight onto the bed and entered the jade pendant's space. Only by absorbing a great quantity of pure energy could his injuries recover quickly. Luckily he had such a treasure; an ordinary person in the outside world, where true qi was thin, would have nothing to do but wait for death without a miracle pill.

In fact, Uncle Zhu felt he was about to die. Only after Wei Zhao had left did Li Cihua dare to run over. He knew Wei Zhao's strength — two Yellow rank experts had become Wei Zhao's ghosts; though he did not know what strength this Uncle Zhu had, to personally attend on Young Master Bing, he was clearly a being stronger than the two Yellow rank experts of before. Could he be a Mystic rank expert? Li Cihua did not dare imagine it.

Such a formidable being had actually been beaten until he spat blood by Wei Zhao? Then... just what strength did Wei Zhao have?

"Young Master Bing, how are you?" Li Cihua ran over and first examined Zhao Qibing's injuries. After all, if Uncle Zhu died, he died; but if Zhao Qibing died, the matter would become enormous.

"Young Master Bing is all right, only his legs are broken! I can't hold on much longer — call the patriarch, quickly, and have the Medicine King come save me!" Uncle Zhu knew his own condition; without a miracle pill, if he relied only on himself to recover, he would probably be dead within a few days.

Li Cihua was startled. Hearing Uncle Zhu's words, he hurriedly dialed the patriarch's number...

Meanwhile An Jianwen, Su Taizao, and the others watching from behind were astonished at Wei Zhao's audacity. He had dared to openly injure a man right here! Of course, An Jianwen and Su Taizao and the others, Li Cihua included, did not know Uncle Zhu's true strength.

Had An Jianwen, Su Taizao and the rest known that Uncle Zhu was a Mystic rank expert, they would surely have been astonished beyond measure. This Wei Zhao was too formidable — to defeat a Mystic rank expert with a single palm? They had not seen that Wei Zhao was injured, and so they even took Uncle Zhu for a mere third-rate bodyguard.

Yet at this moment, none of them dared come over either. Everyone knew of Young Master Bing's mysterious background; to come over now would only make Young Master Bing lose more face — would that not be asking for humiliation? The completion ceremony of Qibing Tower had already become a joke. Completion? What completion? The building had been torn down by someone else.

Li Cihua had not expected Wei Zhao to be so vicious either — not only had he brought men to demolish Qibing Tower, he had even broken both of Young Master Bing's legs! How could this man be so utterly unbridled? Li Cihua felt that he himself was already a thoroughly domineering figure in Songshan City, but compared with Wei Zhao, he fell far, far short.

To think that he had once threatened Wei Zhao — Li Cihua could not help but feel a wave of retrospective fear. If Wei Zhao had truly wanted to settle scores with him, then the Geli Fuyun Bar would not exist now, would it? Li Cihua sighed. It seemed he had truly taken this opponent too lightly. That Wei Zhao could be brought in by Gu Pengzhan showed plainly that he was no ordinary man.

Looking at Uncle Zhu, whose life hung by a thread, Li Cihua hurriedly dialed the patriarch's number: "Boss, this is Li Cihua..."

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