Chapter 4608 — Best Be Mentally Prepared
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Seeing Wei Zhao's unmoved, utterly certain expression, Ma Dangfeng, who had laughed for quite a while, suddenly turned cold. Pointing straight at Wei Zhao's nose, he said, "Fine. Since you're so capable, I challenge you right now—do you dare? You can kill even Xuan Sheng experts, so surely you won't be afraid of a mere mid Nascent Soul expert like me?"
Every eye fixed on Wei Zhao; each person craned his neck, waiting for his answer. Spectators never mind a big scene—they would have loved to accept on Wei Zhao's behalf. But Wei Zhao disdained it entirely and merely curled his lip. "Not interested. Go play somewhere else."
Ignored—ignored again. The taste of it set Ma Dangfeng seething once more. He could tell that the contempt in Wei Zhao's words was not put on; the man simply could not be bothered with him.
Ma Dangfeng exploded with rage. Just a washed-up rookie king at the peak of early Nascent Soul—what right did he have to look down on me?!
"Don't tell me you're afraid?" Ma Dangfeng was not about to let it go. His gaze turned ugly as it swept over Lu Bianren and the rest. "If you truly won't nod no matter what, there's nothing I can do. But I've always had a poor temper, and to vent my spleen I might just kill a few people. I rather think that Bitter—what's his name—and Lu Bianren, all these idiot underlings of yours, would make fine targets for my anger. What do you say?"
Wei Zhao's eyes went cold at once. He truly had not wanted to bother with trash like this; to him, Ma Dangfeng was nothing but a clown not worth the stage.
The North Island was not the chaos-ridden South Sea after all, and Wei Zhao could not go around killing as he pleased—especially not Ma Dangfeng, the so-called top rookie king. If he really killed him in public, there would surely be no end of trouble afterward, and Wei Zhao had no time to waste on such nonsense.
But while Wei Zhao himself could ignore such a clown, he could not fail to consider the brothers at his side. Ma Dangfeng dared to threaten Senior Brother Bitter and the others—however troublesome it might be, Wei Zhao could no longer stand idly by.
"Now that you mention it, I remember. You were the one who attacked Senior Brother Bitter and the others earlier, weren't you?" Wei Zhao said, watching Ma Dangfeng with a calm expression.
"That's right, it was me. So now you remember to stand up for them?" Ma Dangfeng sneered, secure in his impunity. "Oh, and one more thing I can tell you—last time, if someone hadn't interfered midway, those few would already be dead at my hands. If you don't believe me, ask Bitter, ask him whether the wound on his thigh has fully healed. Hahahaha!"
"Is this true?" Wei Zhao turned and asked.
Senior Brother Bitter and the others exchanged glances and nodded. It was a shameful business, but there was nothing to hide—least of all from Wei Zhao. He would find out sooner or later anyway.
"Good. I understand. Then as you wish." A sudden chill entered Wei Zhao's bearing. Since the other man had once nearly killed Senior Brother Bitter and the whole group, he could no longer be counted a mere clown, but an enemy through and through—and with enemies, there was no need for courtesy.
"Hahahaha, good, that's more like it. But this is the only moment you'll get to be tough!" Ma Dangfeng laughed loudly. (To be continued...)
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