Chapter 219 - How Is That a Rule? (1/2)
“Who said that? Step forward!” Zhuo Fan roamed the group with a critical eye.
A thin elder moved, sneering at Zhuo Fan, “Humph, you snot nosed brat…”
Pa!
Zhuo Fan instantly cuffed the man, making him stumble, “That’s Steward Zhuo for you!”
“Y-you…” The elder was dumbstruck, too angry to even speak clearly. Forget about him being a Profound Heaven expert, just based on his age alone, receiving a slap from a brat was a downright disgrace!
The blood rushed to his head and charged Zhuo Fan, “You damn punk, you think you’re great? I will teach you a lesson for daring to raise your hand against an imperial guard!”
But then he groaned and went bug-eyed. His breathing grew fainter and his head forever lowered.
His chest was now sporting an extra fist hole through his chest. Zhuo Fan glanced at his dripping bloody hand, painting a marvelous work of art!
Sss~
Gasping, the other elders watched Zhuo Fan in shock. How was this 5th layer of Bone Tempering kid able to kill one of them so easily??
Luo Yunchang yelped and covered her eyes. The fatty’s face twitched and said, “Brother, I knew you were awesome, but these were bestowed to you. You can’t just kill them!”
Fang Qiubai’s eyes trembled, watching Zhuo Fan with an even more curious gaze.
This Divine Dragon had heard rumors aplenty regarding Zhuo Fan, but seeing was believing.
With Zhuo Fan’s mere cultivation, the feats he pulled against others higher than him left people shocked.
Zhuo Fan frowned and ignored the other’s unusual gazes as suspicion grew in his mind. [This geezer is clearly in the Profound Heaven Stage yet his speed and power are lackluster.]
He was planning on making an example out of this one for the rest of them, by leaving him a heavy wound. But it ended with him getting killed instead.
[It’s as if he’s…]
Squinting, Zhuo Fan’s eyes shined faintly azure, releasing a short range soul scan to scour these acting elders while hiding from Jade Flute Divine Sword’s notice.
Sure enough, these guys were all posing as Profound Heaven experts, while their power was far below the threshold. Just like Huangpu Qingyun’s four porters in Drifting Flowers City.
If you’d must define these guy’s power, that’d make them fake Profound Heaven experts.
But this fake stage was only privy to a Radiant Stage expert, while all others couldn’t tell the difference. [In a nutshell, they’re goddamn props!]
Sighing, Zhuo Fan barked, “Fatty, you tricked me! These are no Profound Heaven experts! You brought me fakes! Just take them away already!”
Fatty cried, “You know?”
“Cut the act. I am not blind enough to not see a real Profound Heaven expert from a fake.” Zhuo Fan glared, “Are you looking to see me loose out when I’ll be facing other houses with these fake Profound Heaven experts that are no more than some Bone Tempering pups?”
The fatty scratched his nose in embarrassment, “Uh, it’s just so you can look the part. When others see these twenty men, they will be intimidated… “
“Spare me the nonsense, and give it to me straight. Where did you get these weirdos?”
The fatty scratched his face in silence.
Fang Qiubai chuckled, “Let me explain it. Their talents were meager, imperial guards with slim chances to even enter the Profound Heaven Stage. They couldn’t even take two hits from a real Profound Heaven expert even if they did enter it. So the imperial family had a project to raise many of such people into Profound Heaven experts through pills. But it failed. They have the air of a Profound Heaven expert but not the power to back it up.
“But as Cong’er said, even these props have use. Two decades ago, Quanrong was about to invade Tianyu. His Majesty was scared of war, losing his subjects and wealth and pushed tens of thousands of fake Profound Heaven experts to the frontlines, scaring away the Quanrong. Ha-ha-ha, you have to admire His Majesty’s wisdom!”
Face twitching, Zhuo Fan watched speechless. [No wonder he’s the weakest in the empire’s thousand long history. He doesn’t do anything, he just poses.]
Though he had to admit, mixing lies with truth was an ingenious tactic. [But it has no damn use in a war between houses…]
Zhuo Fan threw the fake experts a look, then sighed, “Fatty, when you give something, make sure it has some use, alright? Even ten real Profound Heaven experts would do!”
“What, ten? We got none!”
Crying out, the fatty persuaded like a cheapskate, “Bro, real Profound Heaven experts are the creme de la creme in any clan. How can they be raised so easily? Veiled Dragon Pavilion has nine, and of Hell Valley’s 12, you killed six. Our imperial family is also short on them. Imperial father can’t dispense any!”
Zhuo Fan shrugged, “Then if he wants to bestow something, let him give something real. These fakers are not only cocky, they even start posing in my face. Take them back!”
“Uh, that’s unlikely. How can we go against an imperial edict? If you really do this, I cannot bear the responsibility. Imperial father won’t budge either. Also…”
Fatty turned to those fake elders and shouted, “Also, you! If you go back, your heads will fall!”
They instantly fell to their knees, pleading.
But Zhuo Fan shook his head still, finding it hard to accept, “They have no skills. With you here, of course they’ll beg, but once you leave, they will return to their haughty attitude…”