Chapter 3126 — Another Misunderstanding

Wei Zhao rose to his feet, left the room, and walked toward the villa's front gate. Since they had come, he had no intention of letting them inside—Dongfang Buruo was a cultivator too, after all, and Wei Zhao feared he might do harm to Xu Shilan and Shen Yushu. Everyone knew what a lecher the boy was; even if he did nothing to them, having his lecherous eyes crawl over them would leave Wei Zhao thoroughly uncomfortable. "Young Master Buruo, once we grab Xu Shilan we leave—no more complications!" Dongfang Ying said to Dongfang Buruo after getting out of the car. "I know..." Dongfang Buruo was deeply irritated by Dongfang Ying's tone, but he also knew that so many had already died; a swift, decisive end was unquestionably the best approach. Still, he felt somewhat unwilling—the Dark Night Palace's Grand Elder had taken one female student away, and one remained. If he could get his hands on the other one along with Xu Shilan, nothing could be more delightful. But he could hardly say so aloud. "Hm... Hm?" Dongfang Ying was just about to step through the gate when he suddenly saw Wei Zhao standing at the villa's entrance, and gave a violent start. "It's you?! Young Master Buruo, run—I'll hold him off!" Dongfang Ying cried out instinctively. At the Cultivators' Guild he had learned firsthand just how formidable Wei Zhao was. He had fled in disarray back then; now, gravely wounded, his injuries shackled him and he could not bring out even a fraction of his strength. To say nothing of beating Wei Zhao—he could not even guarantee Dongfang Buruo's safety. So he hurriedly urged Dongfang Buruo to flee! Dongfang Buruo was briefly stunned, but he was no fool: if Dongfang Ying was telling him to run, there was surely danger. Without a thought for Dongfang Ying's life or death, he spun around and leaped into the car! Wei Zhao frowned. He had wanted to keep both Dongfang Ying and Dongfang Buruo here, but he had not expected Dongfang Ying to be so alert! Still, keeping one was good enough! "Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm, Ninth Form!" Seizing the moment when Dongfang Ying's attention wavered, Wei Zhao struck out with the ninth form of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm, and Dongfang Ying, his mind on Dongfang Buruo, had no time to defend himself. Wei Zhao's palm was already before him; he was startled and tried to dodge, but seeing that Dongfang Buruo's car had not yet started, he could only close his eyes in helpless resignation and take the blow head-on, buying time for Dongfang Buruo's escape! It had to be said that the Dongfang clan's people were remarkably loyal. Had he dodged, Wei Zhao would very likely have followed through and landed that same palm on the car just then starting up. And Dongfang Buruo would have died beyond any doubt! "Boom!" Dongfang Ying had already circulated his heart-method incantation and shielded himself with true qi, but he had never imagined that Wei Zhao's strike carried such power—it blasted him clean off his feet! Dongfang Ying's body shot out like a cannonball with a "whoosh," hurtling violently toward Dongfang Buruo's car, which had only just started! The force was immense; had he struck the car, it would surely have been overturned, and that was the last thing Dongfang Ying wanted to see. He had no choice. He could only dispel the true qi shielding his body and desperately use his own true qi to resist the force of Wei Zhao's blow. "Pfft!" Dongfang Ying's original injuries had not been fatal, but in that instant—though he had blunted the force of his flight—he also suffered severe internal injury. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his lips, and by the time he landed at the rear of Dongfang Buruo's car, he was breathing more out than in. Especially since he had abandoned his true-qi shield, the wound on his head had taken another extremely violent impact. Plainly, he would not survive! "Vroom! Vroom!" At the same moment, Dongfang Buruo started the car and vanished at top speed from the front of Wei Zhao's villa. Glancing at the departing car, Wei Zhao hesitated and did not give chase. The ninth form of the Frenzied Fire Eight-Trigram Palm had consumed nearly the greater part of the true qi in his body, leaving only a small reserve. So quite apart from whether he could catch Dongfang Buruo, even if he did, the remnant true qi would be all but spent, and he had no absolute certainty of finishing him. Worse, he might expose his own weakness—better to let Dongfang Buruo see his strength and learn caution! Otherwise, if the man next brought two Heaven-rank experts to make trouble, Wei Zhao truly would not know how to cope. Watching in the rearview mirror as Dongfang Ying coughed blood while flying backward through the air, Dongfang Buruo silently counted himself lucky. This was the martial might of an expert at the peak of the mid Heaven rank! Because he was fleeing, he had not examined Wei Zhao's own strength closely, but had gauged the power of Wei Zhao's technique—and so he subconsciously concluded that Wei Zhao, too, was an expert at the peak of the mid Heaven rank. In that case, instantly killing Dongfang Ying, who was of the same rank but already wounded, was naturally no problem at all! But what had Dongfang Ying's other words meant? This man before him belonged to the Tomorrow-after-Tomorrow Sect? Since when had the ancient Feng family... or rather, since when had Feng Tianqi been connected to the Tomorrow-after-Tomorrow Sect, enough to persuade its people to come out and protect Xu Shilan? Or had that slut Xu Shilan seduced a disciple of the Tomorrow-after-Tomorrow Sect into serving as her bodyguard? The first possibility seemed unlikely—in Dongfang Buruo's eyes, utterly impossible. If Feng Tianqi truly had such ability, he would long since have held real power in the Feng family; why would he still fear Feng Tianhu? So, in his view, the second possibility was the most likely. Dongfang Buruo could not help cursing inwardly: Xu Shilan, that bitch—and he had thought her so pure and innocent! To think he had come to play with another man's leftovers! Yet the more he thought, the more his fury refused to subside. He had to have Xu Shilan, or he would never swallow this humiliation! But the pressing matter now was to save his own skin! As for Dongfang Ying on the ground, Wei Zhao would certainly not let him live. The people inside the villa had heard the commotion outside as well, and Feng Sanmang and Wu Chengtian came rushing out. "Brother Feng, Chengtian, dispose of this man for me." Dongfang Ying would soon die even without Wei Zhao lifting another finger, so he simply told Feng Sanmang and Wu Chengtian to find a place and get rid of him. "Yes! Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Lin!" Feng Sanmang said gratefully. This was an expert at the peak of the mid Heaven rank! Dongfang Ying was not yet fully dead, and Feng Sanmang could see his strength clearly enough—his heart was shaken beyond measure. Wei Zhao was formidable indeed; even an expert at the peak of the mid Heaven rank was a one-strike affair for him! "But Dongfang Buruo got away. I didn't manage to keep him here." Wei Zhao sighed. "Mr. Lin, if you will permit me to speak plainly, Dongfang Buruo's escape is actually a good thing. If you had truly killed him, this feud would have become enormous!" Feng Sanmang said hurriedly. (To be continued...)