Chapter 3075 — An Old Acquaintance

But what shocked Wei Zhao most was that the pale young man those men in black were guarding turned out to be an old acquaintance of his—Zhen Yingjun! He was Young Master Jun?

Back when Wei Zhao and Ma Zhu had destroyed each other, his meridians had been severed completely, so he had never gone after Zhen Dazhou and Zhen Yingjun when they fled back to Donghai City. And at that time, Wei Zhao truly had not been a match for the Jinzhong Sect.

Later, when the Jinzhong Sect was on the verge of being wiped out by Wei Zhao, he naturally no longer cared about the Zhen family of Donghai.

But after not seeing him for a while, Zhen Yingjun seemed to have become formidable again? All at once there were so many skilled fighters around him—though none were truly top-tier masters, that was only by Wei Zhao's standards. Peak late Profound Rank was already a tremendously formidable existence in the secular world!

Of course, that was not what surprised Wei Zhao most. What surprised him most was that the man in black he had slapped was actually not dead! He had only lost all his teeth—but his life was not in danger!

Although Wei Zhao had not used any martial technique, once he knew his opponent was a cultivator, he had held nothing back and struck with the strength of early Heaven Rank—and yet the man had not been slapped to death!

Mind you, the man was only a peak late Profound Rank expert, two full major tiers below Wei Zhao—and he had not been killed? Was this man not utterly bizarre? Could he also be from the Jinzhong Sect?

But the Jinzhong Sect was on the brink of annihilation—where would they find so many experts to send out?

"Was it you who hurt my junior brother?" After checking the Profound Rank expert Wei Zhao had struck down on the ground and confirming his life was not in danger, the man in black rose to his feet and glared at Wei Zhao in fury. Yet he was not careless either—anyone who could wound his junior brother was certainly no simple character. "Who are you? Why did you attack him?"

"Zhen Yingjun, I never thought we would meet again." Wei Zhao ignored the man in black. Their defensive power might be formidable, but Wei Zhao did not take them seriously—with their physical toughness, they could not withstand his martial techniques at all. And it would not even take the full power of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm; the tenth stance of the Frenzied Fire Fist alone could take their lives!

Of course, in the eyes of other cultivators this was still a formidable existence. The tenth stance of the Frenzied Fire Fist was a technique that peak late Earth Rank experts could unleash—using a peak Earth Rank technique to kill a peak late Profound Rank expert was, one had to say, a kind of irony!

And this was also the source of these men in black's arrogance.

"Lin... Wei Zhao?" Zhen Yingjun's breathing grew ragged, and his already pale face turned even paler in an instant. He was deeply frightened by what had happened before. He had thought that returning to Donghai City, his own territory, and gaining the support of a new and formidable power, he could look down on everything—but standing before Wei Zhao, he could not help the cramps in his calves. "Kill him for me! This brat is a villain—he cannot be left alive!"

Zhen Yingjun's words made the man in black and the other two men in black standing beside Zhen Yingjun surround Wei Zhao all at once!

"Brat, no matter what sect you belong to, you die today! Young Master Jun has given the order, so you are a dead man!" the first man in black said coldly to Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao's earlier disregard had infuriated him, so once Zhen Yingjun gave the order, he was ready to finish Wei Zhao off.

"Clear the room, clear the room! The Firearm Squad is conducting business here—all bystanders get out!" Besides the four burly men in black, there were several bodyguards behind Zhen Yingjun with bulging waists that clearly concealed firearms. When these men announced the name of the Firearm Squad, everyone in the rest area paled. They rose one after another, cast Wei Zhao a look of pity, and quickly left.

"What sect are you from? The Jinzhong Sect?" Wei Zhao did not answer Black One's question, but asked instead.

"The Jinzhong Sect?" Black One snorted at Wei Zhao's words. "The Jinzhong Sect is not even worthy to carry our shoes! From the look of you, you are nothing but a hidden-level player. If I told you our sect's name, it would scare you to death!"

"Scare me to death?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. Could these people be from the ancient level? The Zhen family was formidable indeed, to have established ties with the ancient level.

"I will tell you—we are from the Iron Garment Sect! How about that, scared?" Black Two announced their sect, then looked at Wei Zhao mockingly, waiting for him to wet himself in terror.

"The Iron Garment Sect?" Wei Zhao repeated, then said, "Never heard of it!"

"You..." Black Two flew into a rage. Wei Zhao's words had scorned their very existence, filling Black Two with boundless fury. "Brat, you are asking for death!"

"You need not get angry. Wei Zhao has only ever moved among secular families—he does not even know the names of a few hidden families, so how could he know how formidable the ancient level is?" Zhen Yingjun had calmed considerably by now. He waved a hand and said, "Stop wasting words with them—just kill him!"

In Zhen Yingjun's eyes, what use was Wei Zhao's past strength now? His own backing was the ancient level—and the renowned Iron Garment Sect, no less. Of course he no longer feared Wei Zhao!

"Zhen Yingjun, you still owe me money, don't you? The two hundred and fifty million you owed me last time? I happen to be short on cash lately. Return it to me, and we will let today's matter drop. Your men here have trained hard to reach this level—I will spare their lives." Wei Zhao turned to Zhen Yingjun and said.

"Bluffing and blustering!" Zhen Yingjun sneered. "Wei Zhao, no need to disguise the fear in your heart. I know you are afraid—that is why you say such pompous things. Do not think I do not know; I understand all this. Today you must die! Get him, all of you—no more talk, just kill the bastard!"

"Yes, Young Master Jun!" The men in black from the Iron Garment Sect nodded, and Black One lunged straight at Wei Zhao with a punch!

Wei Zhao frowned slightly. To be honest, he did not much want to make an enemy of the Iron Garment Sect. After all, among the ancient sects, he had already incurred the enmity of the Night Palace, the Tomorrow and Tomorrow Sect, the Blood Garment Yellow Springs Sect, and the ancient Eastern Family. There were only so many ancient sects to begin with, and Wei Zhao had offended four of them at once—plus the Profound Pill Sect, whose stance was unclear. He truly did not want to be at odds with the Iron Garment Sect.

But what puzzled Wei Zhao was this: why could Zhen Yingjun command the people of the Iron Garment Sect? (To be continued)