Chapter 890 — Learn to Take Care of Yourself
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"Gah gah..." Ma Zhu's fist was about to smash into Wei Zhao's palms. He was about to land his blow on Wei Zhao!
But in that very instant, catastrophe struck without warning. With a great resounding "BOOM," something like an explosion suddenly went off between Ma Zhu and Wei Zhao!
With that thunderclap that seemed to rend heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep, a mighty blast of heat hurled Wei Zhao backwards through the air.
The colossal boom echoed through the valley. Zhen Yingjun was scared witless, and Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were struck dumb by the deafening noise.
The residual wave of heat from the blast scorched even Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, far away as they were, leaving them gasping for breath, while Zhen Yingjun was sent sprawling head over heels by the sheer force of it.
General Mighty, though faring better than the three of them, could only stare blankly toward the source of the explosion.
Where Wei Zhao and Ma Zhu had stood moments before, dust billowed skyward, sand and stones flying everywhere, and for a time nothing could be seen clearly at all.
The world-shattering energy set the whole mountain trembling. No one knew what had happened. Zhen Yingjun stood with his mouth hanging open, staring fixedly at the aftermath of the blast, praying in his heart that this awesome spectacle was Ma Zhu annihilating Wei Zhao.
Yet for some reason, a vague unease gnawed at Zhen Yingjun; he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. Could Ma Zhu really have kicked up such a commotion? But if it was not Ma Zhu's doing, could it have been Wei Zhao's? That seemed even less likely, surely?
"Sister Yaoyao, where's Arrowhead Bro? He's not... he's not hurt, is he?" Shen Yushu stared blankly at the blast site, a note of grief in her voice.
Gu Mengyao said nothing. She could not tell what she was feeling. Had it happened? Had it finally happened? Had Wei Zhao perished together with his enemy? That was the only thought left in Gu Mengyao's mind now. Wei Zhao's earlier words still seemed to ring in her ears, telling them to learn to look after themselves from now on...
And the next moment, gone like smoke scattered by the wind?
No! Gu Mengyao could not accept the truth before her eyes! Wei Zhao could not die! Yet in that instant, her voice failed her; she did not know what to say, nor what she could possibly say...
Events had far, far outstripped anything she had imagined... She had never known such a parting of life and death. In that moment, the young lady's fragile heart shattered.
At last the swirling sand and flying stones began slowly to settle, and the dust in the air thinned by degrees. Among the scattered, tumbled boulders stood a figure, upright and straight. Though not tall, every inch of him radiated a fierce, sharp momentum.
His upper garment had been torn to shreds, and his bare torso was covered in streaks of blood, a sight to strike horror into the heart. A single gust of wind might have seemed enough to blow him over, yet as the breezes swept past, the figure stood firm and unbowed.
"Arrowhead Bro!" Shen Yushu was the first to cry out, cheering loudly. "Sister Yaoyao, Arrowhead Bro isn't dead!"