Gu Po Tian: “ . . . ”
His face turns from dark to red this time . Without giving Gu Hao any attention, his face twists and his palm aims directly at Ah Zhao .
“I’m going to kill you, bitch!”
Ah Zhao still has time to make fun of him with the system . “I haven't expected him to be so narrow-minded . ”
Dodging his punch easily, she has the leisure to grab Gu Hao by the collar and puts him out of Go Po Tian’s reach .
Seeing that, it suddenly dawns on Gu Po Tian . “You are here for Gu Hao?”
Ah Zhao nods and exclaims: “You are not hopelessly stupid, it seems . ”
Then her tone suddenly turns serious: “You have to find out about a dog’s owner before beating it, let alone a man . Besides, it took me a long time to find a male disciple like Gu Hao . How dare you try to kill him? I’ll teach you a lesson today . ”
She throws Gu Hao to a corner . “Boy, watch carefully!”
When she finishes speaking, her hands move, her palms flip and out of nowhere numerous shadows turn up .
Gu Po Tian sneers coldly: “Stop the bluff . ”
He presses his fingers together which turns into a spirit sword and goes at Ah Zhao .
Before that spirit even gets close to her, it is shredded to pieces by the force that comes from her palms .
Glancing at him, she moves her palm lightly which hits Gu Po Tian directly on his right cheek .
“Pang!”
He is lifted off his feet by that blow and crashes into the wall which shakes down a lot of dust off it .
“You have a strong wall . ” Ah Zhao exclaims .
Gu Po Tian: “ . . . ” He has put a boundary on it!
She doesn’t really care about the wall . Closing her palm, Gu Po Tian is dragged on his feet .
“Crack!” Another slap .
Gu Po Tian: “ . . . ”
Can’t bear the extreme abashment and bitterness, he really wishes to die right now .
Spitting out a mouthful of blood together with two teeth, he says: “Kill me or cut me to pieces as you please . Why do you have to humiliate me like this?”
“Because, I do want to humiliate you . ” Ah Zhao answers him, bold and assured .
Gu Po Tian: “ . . . ”
He’s so angry that he spits another mouthful of blood and only feels all his five viscera and six bowels are in immense pain but he just won’t pass out .
Next comes Ah Zhao’s showtime .
Theme of her solo performance: Kicking Gu Po Tian’s ass in all possible ways .
About half an hour later, barely alive, Gu Po Tian lies broken on the ground like a toy that has been trampled on .
Ah Zhao finally stops .
Gu Hao looks with fixed gaze and the senior one in grey’s word takes him unawares:
“This old man is tough . I’m exhausted . ”
Gu Hao: “ . . . ”
Looking at his blood uncle who’s lying on the ground, barely breathing, he sinks into silence .
Ah Zhao turns to him and asks: “Do you watch carefully and understand?”
Gu Hao shakes his head, a little ashamed: “I’m too stupid to understand your kung fu, senior one . ”
Ah Zhao: “Who asked you to watch my kung fu?”
Gu Hao: “?”
Ah Zhao says as a matter of course: “Fist has the last word . ”
She points at Gu Po Tian and takes him as a negative example which may serve as a lesson, not guilty at all:
“Look, he can take your life if he likes to and decides whether you live or die but only because he is over a hundred times more powerful than you are . For him, it is as easy as stepping on an ant as it is to kill you . ”
Then she points at herself . “Unfortune of him, he runs across me . ”
She snorts with disdain: “He’s too weak . I didn’t even enjoy beating him up . ”
Gu Hao: “ . . . ”
[Gu Hao: I feel somehow a little disturbed . ]