Chapter 5074 — Even His Brains Are Useless
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"That's right. Not only their leader, but also Little Fool's boyfriend." Wei Zhao winked at Qiu Lingshan, who gazed back at him with eyes full of longing—surprise and a brimming sweetness filling her heart.
"Little Fool?" Xue Jianming blinked, then caught sight of the honeyed look Qiu Lingshan was giving Wei Zhao. Fury surged in his chest. "I don't care what kind of damn boyfriend you are—I'm taking Miss Song with me today. Anyone who stands in my way dies!"
As his words fell, Xue Jianming blurred forward again, lunging toward Qiu Lingshan—only to crash headlong into Wei Zhao, who had suddenly planted himself in his path. His expression shifted drastically, and he stumbled, barely managing to arrest his momentum.
"This Tai Gu Alliance of yours—isn't it really just a Hooligan Alliance? Why is every one of you cut from the same cloth? See something good and you want to snatch it; see a beauty and you want to mount her. We're all civilized people here, so couldn't you at least keep a shred of decency?" Wei Zhao said, at a loss for words.
"You call me a hooligan?" Xue Jianming's face turned ashen.
"That's right. And I've got a bit of a temper—whenever I see a hooligan, my hand starts itching on its own. Nothing I can do about it. You'll just have to bear the hardship." With that, Wei Zhao stepped forward and dealt Xue Jianming a clean, flat-handed slap across the face.
Smack! The crack of the slap rang out crisp and clear. Xue Jianming froze on the spot, uncomprehending, and touched the five bright red finger marks on his cheek. His expression gradually contorted. "You dare lay a hand on me? Has no one ever taught you that when you hit a man, you hit him to death? What a pathetically weak strike—you can't even slap properly. The secular world really is full of trash!"
"Oh? You think it's too weak? In all my years, this is the first time I've heard such an absurd request. You're from the Tai Gu Alliance, after all, so I figured I'd spare you a bit of face. Since that's how you want it, I won't hold back." Wei Zhao shrugged and casually swung another slap.
Bang! Xue Jianming dropped on the spot, his whole body flipping sideways and embedding itself into the floor. For a long while he could not get up.
"Heh. The Tai Gu Alliance doesn't seem like much after all—can't even take a hit. As a hooligan, how can your skin be so thin?" Wei Zhao smiled faintly. He had not been idle during those two days on the train; with the vast spiritual-energy reserves of the Star Ink Charcoal, he had already raised his cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage. Dealing with Xue Jianming, who was likewise at Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, was simplicity itself.
Even if this primordial-spirit body of his could not match his true body's outrageous ability to fight far above his level, before opponents of the same tier he remained an invincible presence capable of instant annihilation.
What rather disappointed Wei Zhao, however, was that for some unknown reason his strength showed signs of stalling the moment it reached Foundation Establishment Great Perfection. Advancing further to restore the Golden Core stage seemed all but beyond reach, and he could not tell whether something was missing or what. Fortunately, for the time being, Foundation Establishment Great Perfection was already sufficient.
Qiu Lingshan and the others cheered at the sight. Though they had absolute confidence in Wei Zhao's strength, Xue Jianming was no ordinary man—none of them had expected this Heaven Dao stage expert to be so utterly helpless before Wei Zhao.
It took Xue Jianming a long while to struggle to his feet. Seeing Wei Zhao standing right there, he hastily retreated several steps and said warily, "Just who are you?"