Chapter 4363 — Killed on the Spot
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
A deathly silence fell over the whole scene. Only Cheng Qitian's ragged gasping remained, like a bellows at work, the veins on his face bulging, his eyes savage and starting from their sockets. A moment later he violently spewed a great mouthful of fresh blood—and dropped dead on the spot.
Looking at Cheng Qitian's wretched corpse on the ground, Wei Zhaotong nearly wet himself with fright. While no one was noticing him, he hurriedly retreated to a corner, not daring to make a sound.
Qin Deli was likewise frightened out of his wits, cursing inwardly without pause, wishing he could seize Wei Zhaotong and slap him fourteen thousand times. What kind of pig-brained teammates had he gone and found!
If you want to seek death yourself, fine, but now you've dragged me down with you and left me with no way out. What am I supposed to do now?
It was not only these two with guilty consciences—even Wei Zhao felt his heart pound at the sight.
A summit-stage giant truly was a godlike existence. He had once heard Ghost Thing say that some powerful beings did not need to lift a finger—a single glance could kill you. Wei Zhao had thought that a bit exaggerated, but this scene before his eyes had verified those words in the most concrete way!
However worthless Cheng Qitian might have been, he was still a genuine late Golden Core expert—and without so much as moving a finger, she had casually slaughtered him like that. The fearsome power of a summit-stage giant truly surpassed imagination.
Of all those present, only Ling Yuanqing and Wei Hebei remained unmoved and unimpressed. An existence no better than an ant had dared to call the East Sea Divine Nun's direct disciple a little bitch to her face—what was that if not courting death?
For all that the East Sea Divine Nun was known to favor quiet cultivation, her personal style was in fact the classic meeting of violence with violence, very much in the spirit of the wrathful guardian deities of the Buddhist faith. Especially where her precious disciple was concerned—killing one man was nothing; not wiping out his entire family was already merciful.
"Thank you, Master, for standing up for your disciple." At Wang Xinyan's prompting, Huang Xiaotao clung to the East Sea Divine Nun's arm and said gratefully.
"Xiaotao, remember this: no matter who dares to harm you, just tell your master. Your master may not like killing, but she has never minded it either." The East Sea Divine Nun patted Huang Xiaotao's hand lightly, then glanced at the corpse on the ground and said calmly, "Clean it up. Don't spoil everyone's mood."
"Yes, yes." Qi Wenmo was briefly taken aback, then hurriedly nodded and complied, ordering men to drag Cheng Qitian's corpse out like a dead dog—while secretly gloating inside.
Cheng Qitian had been his bitter foe for years, forever making trouble for him. Only out of fear of the Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps had Qi Wenmo never dared to strike a fatal blow. He had never expected such an unexpected delight today.
With Cheng Qitian dead at the East Sea Divine Nun's hand, his father Cheng Haonan would not even think of avenging his son—he would likely be so frightened he'd wet his pants, terrified that if she took offense, she might wipe out the entire Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps along with them.
For all that the Venomous Eye Mercenary Corps had long swaggered about the Wei Hu Sea, they were only ferocious within their own den. Before a summit-stage giant like the East Sea Divine Nun, resistance was nonsense—their life and death lay entirely in her whim.
"Speak. What exactly happened?" Ling Yuanqing turned to Qin Deli once more. (To be continued)