Chapter 780 - Chapter 780: Face Slapping
Chapter 780: Face Slapping
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Face Slapping
“Scrap metal?” He Chuan said coldly.
Zhao Zheng nodded proudly, showing off.
Based on his many years of experience, he could tell that this short sword was not even an ordinary weapon, let alone a spiritual weapon.
Anything that contained treasures, no matter how they were covered, would not be as simple as it looked.
What more a Spirit Weapon!
As an existence that surpassed Mortal Weapons, Spirit Weapons had their own sharpness. Coupled with the fact that martial artists used them all year round, the spiritual energy left on them made them even sharper.
“It would not be covered up no matter how many years it was buried.”
“Looking at the short sword in He Chuan’s hand, besides the thick rust, there was no sharp edge!”
“If you didn’t return it now, the ten thousand silver taels would be a waste!” He Chuan did not refute. He put away the short sword and turned to leave.
Seeing this scene, Yao Qiankun, whose heart was almost in his throat, heaved a sigh of relief.
Zhao Zheng’s behavior just now had scared him. He was afraid that he would provoke He Chuan and let yesterday’s incident repeat itself.
After all, he was not like Lin Ruo’er. If He Chuan told him to kill her, he would really be at a loss.
“Let me tell you, Brother Zhao is the famous Divine Eye of Eight Treasures Street!” Seeing that He Chuan was indifferent, Wang Jiang, who was behind Zhao Zheng, was instantly unhappy. He stopped He Chuan and sneered.
Zhao Zheng was known for his sharp eyes. He could tell the truth from anything at a glance!
He Chuan nodded lightly, still unmoved.
Anyway, Brother Zhao had already said what he needed to say.
“This should be the first time the other party has come to Eight Treasures Street. He doesn’t know what’s going on. If we talk too much, we’ll offend him!”
Xu Lang saw Wang Jiang’s expression change and quickly went forward to stop him, looking at He Chuan with disdain.
Anyway, his money was being spent, so why should they meddle in other people’s business? Just treat it as a lesson for this country, bumpkin!
“There are always people who don’t realize their stupidity until they hit the south wall!” The disdain in Zhao Zheng’s eyes became even stronger.
“Brother He Chuan, can you help me teach them a lesson?” Ren Xiaomeng was about to leave with He Chuan and was suddenly unhappy. She pouted angrily.
Yao Qiankun, who had just heaved a sigh of relief, felt his heart sink.
After last night and this morning’s experience, he knew very well how much He Chuan doted on Ren Xiaomeng. Now that Ren Xiaomeng was angry, He Chuan would definitely not let Zhao Zheng and the other two off easily!
“Can we slap their faces?” He Chuan nodded very straightforwardly.
He really did not know the immensity of heaven and earth!
Looking at the two of them echoing each other, Zhao Zheng’s expression turned a little ugly.
She dared to say she wanted to slap this Young Master’s face in front of so many people. He wanted to see how she would do it.
Slap!
Before Zhao Zheng could finish, a loud slap sounded.
Zhao Zheng was instantly stunned. He felt a burning pain on the left side of his face. The terrifying force made him stagger back and almost fall.
“Brother Zhao!” Wang Jiang and Xu Lang exclaimed and rushed up to support Zhao Zheng.
“The other party was really tired of living. He actually dared to hit Young Master Zhao!”
Yao Qiankun hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to dissuade him.
“You’re really good. You even dare to hit this young master. I think you’re really tired of living!” Zhao Zheng’s eyes were burning as he pushed Yao Qiankun away and glared at He Chuan.
“Cripple him!” He waved at his followers behind him.
Yao Qiankun wanted to stop him, but Wang Jiang and Xu Lang took him to the side first.
“Fifth Young Master, it has nothing to do with you. Don’t be a busybody!”
“It’s not like you don’t know Brother Zhao’s temper. If he can’t vent his anger today, this Eight Treasures Street won’t be peaceful!”
“You guys know nothing!” Yao Qiankun tried his best to break free from the two of them.
Was he worried about He Chuan?
He was worried about Zhao Zheng!
However, Wang Jiang and Xu Lang were both at the peak of the Spirit
Cultivation Stage. Yao Qiankun, who was only at the late stage of the Spirit Cultivation Stage, could not break free at all. He could only watch as his followers rushed towards He Chuan with ferocious expressions.
Seeing this, Wei Jianning’s face turned pale.
He Chuan looked at her with a relieved expression, and a rusty short sword shot out.
There were no gorgeous sword moves or sharp sword energy.
With a simple swing, the short sword that had even been corroded whistled out and instantly hit the follower who was charging at him.
A muffled sound rang out. The fastest follower seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He spat out blood and flew back, directly smashing half of the followers behind him.
The short sword flew back and was caught by He Chuan. He used the Finger Softness Sword Technique!
All the remaining followers fell heavily and wailed.
All the onlookers were dumbfounded.
Zhao Zheng blinked his eyes in disbelief and even forgot to cover his swollen left cheek.
These followers were carefully selected by the family to protect him.
They were all at the peak of the Spirit Accumulation Realm and had been through hundreds of battles.
Even an ordinary warrior at the initial stage of the Life Cultivation Realm would find it difficult to win against them.
However, under He Chuan’s hands, he defeated them all with just two casual strikes and even used that rusty short sword!
He was at least a Life Cultivation Realm martial artist!
Wang Jiang and Xu Lang’s eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets as they froze on the spot.
They had never expected that this boy who looked several years younger than them was actually a Life Cultivation Realm martial artist!
An existence comparable to those favored sons of heaven in the imperial capital!
“I didn’t expect…” Yao Qiankun took the opportunity to break free from the restraints and rushed in front of He Chuan as he said nervously.
“Are you satisfied now?” He Chuan interrupted Yao Qiankun as if he was doing something insignificant and then smiled at Ren Xiaomeng.
“Brother He Chuan, didn’t you just say that this short sword is a high-grade Spirit Weapon? Let’s prove it to them, okay?” Ren Xiaomeng pouted.
My little ancestor!
Yao Qiankun was speechless.
It had already come to this point, but the little girl was still unwilling to let it go. What should he do?
He Chuan carried his short sword and walked straight to Zhao Zheng.
“I’m from the Zhao family of the imperial capital. If you dare to touch me, the Zhao family will definitely not let you off.” Zhao Zheng came back to his senses and looked at He Chuan, who was walking over. His heart felt cold, and his voice trembled.
Wang Jiang and Xu Lang hurriedly shouted loudly, but their bodies subconsciously retreated into the crowd.
If He Chuan dared to kill Zhao Zheng, the two would definitely turn around and run without hesitation!
“You just said that this sword is worthless?” He Chuan placed the rusty short sword on Zhao Zheng’s shoulder.
“How is it?” Zhao Zheng was very afraid but still pretended to be calm on the surface.
“Do you dare to bet with me?”
“Bet? What are we betting on?” Zhao Zheng was a little confused.
“I bet that this dagger is a high-grade Spirit Weapon. If it isn’t, I’ll pay you a million gold coins according to the price of a high-grade Spirit Weapon.” He Chuan had no intention of killing anyone.
If so, Zhao Zheng would just have to pay a million gold.
“If the short sword is a high-grade Spirit Weapon, I’ll offer two million gold taels. If it’s not, I’ll have to pay a million gold taels and kneel down to apologize!” Zhao Zheng’s trembling body didn’t tremble, and the fear on his face faded a lot as he said in surprise.
After confirming that He Chuan did not intend to kill him, Zhao Zheng returned to his arrogant attitude..