Chapter 3905 — T016 Double Eleven Special Chapter 3: The Mortal Realm
"Two or three Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts? Add yourself to the count, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable, and that's more than enough to deal with those two from before!" Zhen Yingjun said excitedly.
"No, it is not enough!" Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable shook his head, his face savage as he said, "This time we must make absolutely certain. That is why this Heavenly Venerable intends to call in an ally as well."
"Who?"
"The Overseas Cultivators' Association—He Dantou. And they have lately thrown in their lot with the Center..."
Zhen Yingjun was at once filled with solemn reverence. Ever since attaching himself to a mighty ancient sect like the Iron-Armor Sect, he had come to know a fair bit about such top-tier figures; powers like He Dantou and the Center were naturally familiar names to him.
Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable plus the Iron-Armor Sect's other experts already amounted to three or four Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts. Bring in He Dantou and the Center's host of experts, and the tally of Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts alone would exceed the number of fingers on one hand.
With Wei Zhao absent, and only his ragtag underlings to rely on, even if they had somehow scraped together two Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts by sheer luck, so what? Did they really imagine two could stand against five—or more?
That was simply impossible. They had come knocking rashly today and been sent away with a bloody nose; this time, surely, they would win back their honor!
Every one of Wei Zhao's women was a rare, peerless beauty—and Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts besides. If he could get his hands on one and toy with her—tsk, tsk—the mere thought of such delights set Zhen Yingjun's heart itching beyond endurance!
Several days later, the mighty of East Sea City gathered once more. Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable returned in force, and this time he had summoned every last Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection expert the Iron-Armor Sect had left.
His martial uncle, Iron-Armor Patriarch, his senior brothers Gold-Armor Heavenly Venerable and Silver-Armor Heavenly Venerable, and Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable himself—four Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection experts in all—came sweeping down upon the villa's gates in formidable array.
"Iron-Armor Patriarch, senior brothers Heavenly Venerables, with such a show of force this time, needless to say we shall have them in the palm of our hand. When that happens, might you bestow a few of Wei Zhao's women upon me?" Zhen Yingjun, leading the way, inquired shamelessly of the others.
The Iron-Armor Sect experts exchanged glances, and at last the most senior among them, Iron-Armor Patriarch, gave his verdict: "Very well. We cultivators set no store by women. The point this time is revenge. As for the women—if you want them, they are yours. Humiliate them however you please! But let this be said plainly: when the Iron-Armor Sect is rebuilt, your Zhen family must contribute generously!"
"Of course, of course! Whatever the Patriarch commands, I shall bend my back to it and serve till death!" Zhen Yingjun answered without a moment's hesitation.
The rebuilding of a colossus like the Iron-Armor Sect was a vast undertaking touching every quarter, and much of it would require the support of worldly power. That he could seize the chance to insinuate himself into it—the benefits and the pickings went without saying.
Of course, even if he rebuilt it for free, it would be well worth it. Once the Iron-Armor Sect sent experts to guard the Zhen family, their gray-market ventures in smuggling and drug trafficking would soon stand head and shoulders above the rest and crush their rivals!
Iron-Armor Patriarch nodded. In ordinary times a small fry like Zhen Yingjun would never have entered his notice, but now, with the Iron-Armor Sect destroyed, these were no ordinary times—no force that could be used could be spared.
Thereupon Iron-Armor Patriarch shot Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable a glance, signaling him to go smash down the door.
Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable took the hint at once. But before he could make his move, the Majestic General and the Wind-Thunder Purple-Lightning Beast had already come charging out from within, and hard on their heels Qiu Lingxiao and Wu Chengtian appeared in everyone's sight.
"One, two, three, four!" Wu Chengtian counted off the heads with great solemnity, then said with a face full of mockery, "Only four Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts and you dare come knocking? Ugly old man, you really are a cheap piece of work. Last time we let you off without teaching you a lesson, and you still can't learn to remember, can you? Well then, this time we shall have to help you properly."
Seeing him so utterly contemptuous of everyone present, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable could not help but fly into a rage: "Boy, this Heavenly Venerable advises you not to be too arrogant. Later on we may still leave you a whole corpse—otherwise, heh heh!"
"Exactly. You have only two Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection adepts between you, and Wei Zhao is absent besides. At a time like this, don't force yourselves to put on a brave front!" Zhen Yingjun chimed in from the side.
"Two?" Qiu Lingxiao arched an eyebrow at that and said with amusement, "Which eye of yours saw that there are only two of us? Open your eyes wide and look carefully before you say such things."
"Not two?" Zhen Yingjun was stunned for a moment, then, once it registered, burst out laughing: "Don't tell me you're counting those two beasts as well? What's this? Borrowing might from dogs? Wahahaha!"
He took Qiu Lingxiao to mean the Majestic General and the Wind-Thunder Purple-Lightning Beast before them. The two beasts looked decent enough, but their strength was only that of the peak of the late Earth Tier. To veteran Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection experts like Iron-Armor Patriarch, they were cannon fodder at best—not worth a thought.
Not only Zhen Yingjun, but Iron-Armor Patriarch, Gold-Armor Heavenly Venerable, Silver-Armor Heavenly Venerable, and Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable as well all sneered without cease. To think that a mere two beasts could deal with the likes of them—this man and woman before them clearly had holes in their heads, indulging in wild fantasies!
Watching the arrogant expressions of Iron-Armor Patriarch and his company, Qiu Lingxiao and Wu Chengtian exchanged a glance, and could not keep a flicker of mocking amusement from their faces.
"Heh heh, you lot don't really believe that the two of us are all there is guarding this place, do you?" Wu Chengtian cut in, his tone thick with playful derision.
"Is that not so? Come off it—save your face-slapping bravado. Two words for you: it's useless!" With four Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection experts like Iron-Armor Patriarch at his back, Zhen Yingjun could now be called utterly unrestrained. However formidable Qiu Lingxiao and Wu Chengtian might be, in his eyes they were merely two dead men walking.
Oh no—Wu Chengtian was a dead man walking. As for this Qiu Lingxiao, she was, after all, a rare beauty and a prize. They could first have the Iron-Armor Sect experts cripple her cultivation, then keep her to toy with as they pleased!
As for Iron-Armor Patriarch and the others, they had long since concluded that the two were merely putting on an act. In their eyes, for Wei Zhao's underlings to have even these two Heaven-Tier Grand Perfection experts was already an unheard-of miracle; that there could be more was simply impossible!
Besides, all of Wei Zhao's women lay unconscious here. If he had any experts at all under his command, would they not all have to be stationed here to guard them together?
If there had been any other experts, Bronze-Armor Heavenly Venerable and the others would already have discovered them on their last visit. (To be continued...)
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