Chapter 843: A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

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Chapter 843: A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

“You flatter me.” Xiang Weilong smiled proudly before looking at Sword Ghoul. “Are you satisfied now?”

To his surprise, Sword Goul replied coldly, “No. And I will not be until I confirm that he’s truly dead.”

As he said this, a hail of sword qi shot out of his body and penetrated the ground where Ye Qing was buried under.

Xiang Weilong scoffed at his seemingly paranoid action, “You are way too cautious, my man.”

“I agree. That young man took four of my granddaughter’s shots with his body after I poisoned him with my Soul Ender, and then he took a full-powered palm strike from Head Xiang. Even if he is still alive, I seriously doubt he’ll be able to do anything else.”

Nefarious Codger smoked his pipe before continuing in a lazy tone, “In the jianghu, they say that the older the person, the more cowardly they become. But you seem even more cowardly than I am, an old man.”

“Say what you want, but it’s always better to be safe than sor—”

Sword Ghoul was in the middle of replying when suddenly, his words died inside his throat, and unadulterated astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Xiang Weilong’s reaction was even more exaggerated. His mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide open as if he just saw a ghost.

It was because they saw a man.

A man covered in blood and soil.

A man who was standing behind Tyrant Bow with the ghost of a smirk on his face.

A man who was watching them with cold, emotionless eyes as if they were a bunch of clowns... or dead people.

Tyrant Bow did not understand why Sword Ghoul and Xiang Weilong were staring at her and her grandfather like they had seen a ghost. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at us like that? Did you see a ghost?”

“They’re not looking at you. They’re looking at me.”

A voice answered her question from behind her.

It was faint, but it chilled Tyrant Bow to the bone. She shivered like she had suddenly fallen into an ice-hole.

Nefarious Codger was a veteran who survived the jianghu to old age. He knew that something was wrong the moment he saw Sword Ghoul and Xiang Weilong’s face, and the second he heard the voice behind him, he reacted without bothering to turn around to face his opponent.

Nefarious Codger turned his wrist and swung his smoking pipe behind his back. Countless sparks and smoke immediately poured out of its chamber.

In that sense, the smoking pipe was a miniature volcano. When its chamber was flipped upside down, the “volcano” erupted and spat out a swarm of sparks that could burn heaven and earth, and a flood of smoke that contaminated everything.

Then, Nefarious Codger blanched. It was because a hand reached out from amidst the sparks and smoke and clenched. As if magic, dark yellow light gathered the surrounding spark and smoke abruptly flew toward the fist and gathered at the center. All of it.

The falling bow exploded into smithereens, and his fist continued forward and landed squarely on Tyrant Bow’s chest.

The young woman’s supposedly invulnerable Tyrant Body was shredded as easily as paper. Ye Qing punched right through her chest and crushed her heart in an instant.

The battle sounded like it took a long time, but it really only happened in the span of seconds. It was only after Nefarious Codger was ruined, and Tyrant Bow was dead that Xiang Weilong and Sword Ghoul finally reacted and attacked.

Xiang Weilong took the lead and thrust his palms forward like a dragon swiping at its opponent. The pressure, the intent, and the power of a dragon were fully infused into his palms, and they warped the space around him long before his attack reached Ye Qing.

As for Sword Ghoul, countless sword qi leaked out of his skin and pores and formed a massive cyclone around him. He was a walking disaster in his current form, and he did not hesitate to press forward.

Rumble!

The next moment, palm force and sword qi engulfed Ye Qing completely. Everything within a hundred meters of the combatants transformed into a deadly storm that ripped the clouds into shreds and carved up the ground like tofu.

However, both men blanched in the next moment. It was because Ye Qing slowly walked out of the storm of sword qi and palm force looking completely unaffected. It was almost as if he was walking through a cool breeze instead of deadly energies that could break mountains and split oceans like nothing.

“We need to retreat,” Xiang Weilong said with a deep frown. Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that their assassination attempt had ended in failure. It was time to escape.

However, as he was turning around to make a run for it, a powerful blast of sword qi struck his back and sent him careening toward Ye Qing.

“Sword Ghoul! You!”

The blood drained away from Xiang Weilong’s face. The surprise attack could only have come from Sword Ghoul.

“Please buy me some time, Head Xiang.”

Underneath his hood, a cold smile spread across Sword Ghoul’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ll inform Dragonmount Duke about your death.”

As he said this, a flash of sword qi appeared beneath Sword Ghoul. He was far, far away by the time he finished his sentence.

“You will not get away with this, Sword Ghoul!” Xiang Weilong screamed with fury. At this point, it was clear that Sword Ghoul had tricked him hook, line and sinker.

Suddenly, every hair on Xiang Weilong’s body stood on end. It was because a fist had suddenly appeared right before his eyes.

The breath of the reaper breathing down his neck, Xiang Weilong stopped caring about Sword Ghoul and dodged the incoming fist with inches to spare. Then, he launched a palm strike at Ye Qing’s chest.

Considering what he just went through, his reaction was suboptimal to say the least. That was why Xiang Weilong went all out. The palm strike let loose a deafening, tyrannical roar that sounded like a dragon who was very, very unhappy that it was awoken from its slumber.

He did not think that the palm strike would be able to kill Ye Qing. All he wanted was to buy himself a moment to breathe.

He had several life-saving Strange Artifacts on his person. One breath was all he needed to activate them and escape.