Chapter 2770 — I Don't Know You
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"You put on quite a show, kid. You wiped out three of our Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect's finest, yet you act like nothing happened. Strong nerves, I have to say—you play the part well!" the short-haired man sneered. "But it's no use pretending. I have a photo of you, and I know your car. You're Wei Zhao, aren't you?"
"Huh?" Wei Zhao was even more dumbfounded. This man actually knew his name was Wei Zhao? At first Wei Zhao had assumed they were just tossing out threats at random, laying the groundwork for a smoother robbery later. Never had he expected the man to call him by name outright!
"Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect?" Wei Zhao furrowed his brow. He did not think he had ever met anyone from that sect. Even if he had vaguely heard of it, he had no grudge against them—he could not imagine when he had provoked such a power.
"Still pretending, kid?" Seeing Wei Zhao's utterly baffled look, the short-haired man grew impatient. "Keep pretending—it won't help you. Today I'll kill you and avenge the elite disciples our sect has lost!"
The Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect had three experts at the peak of the late Mystic rank who had died on their way to assassinate Wei Zhao. Of course, it was not Wei Zhao who killed them—it was Xiao Qing. Only, Tang Zhi had been present as well, and Wei Zhao had chosen to erase that memory from his mind.
Wei Zhao knew none of this. The three experts at the peak of the late Mystic rank believed their fellow disciples had died at Wei Zhao's hands, and so they had come to take revenge on him!
Of course, even revenge had its rules. The Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect, independent and eccentric as it was—its strength no weaker than the ancient sects—still had to abide by the rules. It could not go around killing people at will in the secular world.
As long as Wei Zhao stayed out of the secular world and kept to desolate, uninhabited places, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect really had no easy way to strike him down. Otherwise, by defying the constraints and rules of the entire ancient order, the sect feared the other ancient sects would unite against it and make trouble.
After all, the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect was not as formidable as the Five Luminaries Sect or the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Sect, which could stand above the ancient order itself.
That was why, even when Wei Zhao went to the ancient tomb, they had not made their move—that place still fell within the city's bounds. Only Snow Valley was truly desolate and uninhabited, and only there did the Blood-Robed Yellow Springs Sect dare to strike without restraint and take their revenge!
"Oh..." Seeing that the short-haired man had no intention of explaining further, Wei Zhao simply stopped asking. He directly circulated the mental formula of the Frenzied Fire Fist, then delivered the seventh stance of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm straight into the short-haired man's chest: "Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm, Seventh Stance!"
"Bang!" With a tremendous crash, the short-haired man was sent flying without the slightest warning. He did not even manage a groan, and by the time he hit the ground he was dead beyond doubt. On his chest was a horrifying charred blackness—a large, hand-shaped hole burned clean through, the organs within reduced to ash. It was truly ghastly.
An expert of the early Heaven rank had been finished off by Wei Zhao just like that, in complete silence. The other early Heaven rank expert beside the short-haired man was struck dumb, staring blankly at the scene before him, unable to understand how this kid could be so formidable.