Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting-Chapter 78 - 62: Doesn’t Know His Own Limits? So You Want to Act Like a Master_3
"Good!"
Watching Zhang Wei flying backward, Li Fengyi couldn’t help but shout.
"Serves you right for pretending to be a master around here!"
"That felt so good!"
Peng Mingjie and Shen Wei also couldn’t help but shout, looking pleased.
"Brother Zhang, are you alright?"
"Shameless, comprehending sword intent and pretending to be a newcomer to harm Brother Zhang!"
The few people with Zhang Wei were shocked and hurriedly ran over to help Zhang Wei up, having already forgotten their earlier suggestion to have Zhang Wei teach Wei Fan a lesson.
Zhang Wei’s clothes on his chest were cut open, revealing a ten-inch-long wound, with blood staining the clothes red.
"I must have been blind to think someone who comprehended sword intent would pretend to be a Red-clothed Demon Suppression Guard. Do you dare to leave your name?"
Zhang Wei ignored his companions’ concerns and stared at Wei Fan with a solemn gaze, knowing he had been tricked, and it would be hard to regain his standing with this strike.
"Is there something wrong with your ears?"
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Li Fengyi and the others had been calling the person who knocked him away as Wei Fan all along.
Wei Fan sheathed his saber and said, "In the future, it’s best not to talk about people who are already dead!"
As he spoke, he turned back towards Li Fengyi and the others, smiling broadly, "Let’s go. This guy’s skills are worthless, not qualified to be my leader!"
"Indeed, not much skill!"
"He only became a Purple-clothed Demon Suppression Guard because of those backing him!"
"In fact, that strike should have been deeper, finished him off!"
"Now I’m satisfied!"
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As they spoke, the group left, leaving Zhang Wei and his companions with ashen faces.
"Today’s matter is not to be spoken of!"
"Stand guard for me!"
Utterly disgraced, he immediately ordered his subordinates to keep it quiet and then sat down to heal himself.
"Puff!"
A few moments later, Zhang Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly pale as paper.
The wound on his chest not only didn’t stop bleeding but began widening slowly.
Zhang Wei’s expression was bleak, the sword intent lingering in the wound was something his True Qi couldn’t expel; every attempt to expel it only widened the wound: "Quick, take me to see Captain!"
At his words, several subordinates rushed to support Zhang Wei, quickly finding their direct superior—the Demon Suppression Captain Situ Ying.
Situ Ying just glanced at Zhang Wei’s chest wound, and before Zhang Wei could speak, gave a gentle palm strike on Zhang Wei’s back.
Puff!
An invisible sword intent flew out from Zhang Wei’s wound, striking a table not far away.
The table just trembled, seemingly unharmed.
But in the next moment, the spot hit by the invisible sword intent on the table seemed to disintegrate, tiny wood chips falling off.
Terror flashed in Zhang Wei’s eyes, and he quickly turned to salute Situ Ying, "Thank you, sir."
Situ Ying waved his hand, returning to sit in the big chair, "You offended my brother? Did they use the Soul-Slaying Demon-slaying Saber on you?"
Soul-Slaying Demon-slaying Saber?
Zhang Wei’s pupils contracted, no wonder his True Qi couldn’t expel the sword intent; it was the Second Commander’s ultimate skill, the Soul-Slaying Demon-slaying Saber.
Zhang Wei opened his mouth, unsure what to say, as it was he who started it, standing there to be struck, even claiming he’d break their arms.
Now, having been injured, he was too embarrassed to recount the incident.
He didn’t dare admit how he provoked Wei Fan, instead inquiring about Wei Fan’s background, "Sir, I know all your brothers, none of whom I’d dare to offend. How could I provoke your brother? That person is new, has Second Commander taken a new disciple?"
The person before him, Situ Ying, was one of the disciples of the Demon Bureau’s Second Commander.
Zhang Wei couldn’t identify the saber technique Wei Fan used to strike him, but Situ Ying immediately recognized it as the sword intent only his teacher’s Soul-Slaying Demon-slaying Saber could produce.
"New face?"
Situ Ying frowned, initially thinking the sword intent on Zhang Wei came from one of his brothers.
Because throughout the entire Demon Bureau, besides their group of disciples under the Second Commander, only Che Jie from the Divine Blade Sect learned one move of the Soul-Slaying Demon-slaying Saber at the trial stone chamber.
He shook his head, "The teacher hasn’t taken any new disciples. Give me details about this person!"
Within his mind, Situ Ying formed a certain hypothesis!
