Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents Chapter 337 - 87: A World Where Only Marquis Rong’gong Is In

I’d heard about it before.

The Liuli Dynasty has a special protective magic technique—the Gilded Phantom Body.

It’s just right to make up for a mage’s weak physique, allowing them, for a short ti, to have a body as tough as a Horizontal Martial Artist’s indestructible defense.

Though it may not be flawless.

But it’s definitely a good way to save one’s own life.

That envoy just now used it—the thod that blocked the Martial Artist’s blade—it must’ve been this Gilded Phantom Body.

I’d only ever heard of it before.

Never thought I’d get to see it in action today.

"Ugh!"

Lei Zheng was watching the show, full of interest.

To be honest, he was making the other Embroidered Uniform Guards around him feel at a loss.

"Sir, are we really just going to stand here and watch like this? Is that... okay?"

Soone down there’s already been killed.

Are they really just going to stand here like it’s a play?

"What’s the rush? Wait a bit more!"

Lei Zheng looked completely unconcerned.

In fact, today’s assassination of the envoys would need a final explanation; otherwise, if things really blew up—even if the envoys didn’t die, the end result would still be ugly.

But if—

The envoys, likewise, killed a marquis of the Great Qian Dynasty, then the ending would be much simpler.

Both sides take losses. No one makes out well.

Don’t be fooled by Lei Zheng’s background as a general and his straightforward style.

Lei Zheng isn’t brainless. He calculates everything clearly—he just doesn’t show it most of the ti.

"It’s just an insignificant marquis anyway, perfect!"

Right now, in Lei Zheng’s eyes, this so-called Marquis Rong’gong was nothing more than a dispensable sacrificial pawn.

As for being well-connected—

Heh, no matter how wide your connections, they don’t reach . Nothing to do with ; dead is dead!

...

While Lei Zheng was pondering this—

After the envoys killed a guard, their eyes all snapped to the rest, especially Marquis Rong’gong, surrounded in the middle.

Just a single glance—

Marquis Rong’gong was already terrified to his core.

His foot involuntarily stepped back half a stride, and escape already filled his heart.

"Go! All of you, go! Kill them—and I’ll give each of you a hundred thousand taels!"

Marquis Rong’gong suddenly shouted.

But anwhile, his own feet stepped back twice more.

Clearly, Marquis Rong’gong wanted to use money to urge his guards forward to stall these mages.

As for himself—he planned to seize the opportunity to turn and run. He had money—he could do whatever he wanted. How could he die here?

...

As expected.

Hearing Marquis Rong’gong’s words, the guards went quiet for a mont.

They exchanged a glance—

Then all struck out at the envoys.

"Well done!"

Seeing this, Marquis Rong’gong looked utterly delighted, as if he’d just found a great opportunity.

He didn’t hesitate anymore—he turned and prepared to bolt.

"Bang!"

Except—

Just as he moved, a palm slamd down, sending Marquis Rong’gong flying.

His body crashed hard into a nearby wall.

If it weren’t for his ex-Martial Artist’s body as foundation, that one palm might’ve killed him on the spot.

"Impossible!"

Even so—

Marquis Rong’gong’s face was full of disbelief. Weren’t his guards already charging forward?

There’s no way they could’ve been dealt with in an instant, right?

How did these people reach him?

With these doubts—

Marquis Rong’gong gingerly turned his head.

And saw—

Where were his guards? They’d all vanished—only the envoys remained.

...

This scene left Marquis Rong’gong completely silent, his face turning crimson.

Clearly—

When Marquis Rong’gong turned around—

Though the guards rushed at the envoys, they had no intent to fight. At the first chance, they scattered in all directions and fled.

Like I said—

All the money in the world isn’t worth more than your own life.

They worked for Marquis Rong’gong for cash—there was never any special loyalty.

When things got truly life-threatening, there’s nothing to consider: they’d run for it, first chance they got.

"Bastards! Damn bastards!"

Marquis Rong’gong cursed bitterly, face twisted with hate.

But, sadly—

Aside from that, there was nothing he could do.

"Seems money isn’t always the most important thing after all."

This scene surprised the envoys for a mont, but they quickly accepted it.

Looking at Marquis Rong’gong, they all sneered disdainfully.

The Fifth Grade Mage among them even stepped toward Marquis Rong’gong.

"You... what are you doing?"

At this mont, Marquis Rong’gong finally realized he was afraid.

He shrank back involuntarily.

But that palm strike, though not fatal, still left Marquis Rong’gong unable to even stand for the mont.

He could only watch as his opponent drew closer step by step.

"Do you know who I am? I am—"

"Bang!"

The words of threat hadn’t even left his lips.

Or rather—

The Liuli Dynasty’s envoys didn’t care about Marquis Rong’gong’s identity at all. For them to attack him, in a way, was slapping the face of their own dynasty.

For their dynasty’s prestige, they couldn’t possibly back down.

A palm struck out—a blue-green magic, like a swimming dragon, blasted straight through Marquis Rong’gong’s dantian.