The few Shadow Guards only felt a stagnation in their breath, and the Gang Qi suddenly diminished by a great deal.
Dugu Wu, unhurried, approached with the aid of his cane.
He cast a glance at the dirt-covered Feng Luochen, and the stunned Dongfang Yong.
His movements were very slow, his hand casually resting on his knee, smoothing out a barely noticeable crease on the edge of his robe.
The man’s mouth still bore a lazy smile, his eyes, feared by all under the heavens, flickered with a dark light.
At that moment, one could not help but think of a fierce beast lying in ambush in the darkness.
With just a slight movement, the retracted claws and sharp fangs of the beast could tear open your throat.
Mu Nianzhi’s Adam’s apple tightened, Dugu Wu.
On the man’s forehead, a fiery red "Wood" Seal, made all the surrounding Wuji Masters hold their breath.
Disabled, but still a Wuji Wood Seal-level disabled.
Dugu Wu’s aura was immensely strong.
Mu Nianzhi’s guards felt their breathing hindered instantly, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, a total suppression.
Mu Nianzhi instantly cowered.
Feng Luochen and Dongfang Yong also stared blankly at Dugu Wu.
"Are you Young Master Zhao?"
Young Master Zhao dared not even breathe.
Dugu Wu slightly lifted his head, turning his face to look at Young Master Zhao.
"Just now, this Prince compensated you five thousand taels."
Dugu Wu scrutinized Young Master Zhao, from his hands down to his feet.
Wherever his gaze touched, Young Master Zhao felt his body shudder uncontrollably.
"I see you are quite well, you don’t seem injured."
Young Master Zhao was speechless.
"If you were injured, you should look injured. I hate being deceived the most."
Dugu Wu’s eyes intensified, he took a step
Dugu Wu’s cane flipped Young Master Zhao to the ground, then he lifted one cane.
A chill flashed by, and Young Master Zhao’s right leg below the knee was severed.
Young Master Zhao screamed as he fell to the ground.
"Prince Wu, I am willing to return the money to you. Double, double the amount."
"Do I look like I need money?" Dugu Wu looked insulted and lifted his cane again.
Another scream followed; Young Master Zhao’s other leg was also gone.
Feng Luochen gasped in horror.
The two bloody legs lay on the ground.
Witnessing all this, Mr. Mu and his guards dared not move.
Seeing Young Master Zhao’s agony on the ground, they felt their stomachs churn.
Only two words came to mind: Devil.
Dongfang Yong looked slightly composed; he had already witnessed Dugu Wu’s methods when he was a child.
That man, he was not human.
"Dugu Wu, this is a military camp, a crucial place, and yet you dare to abuse private punishment!"
Mu Nianzhi’s face was pale. Without a word, Dugu Wu had crippled his confidant, but it gave Mu Nianzhi an opportunity to pick a quarrel.
"The military camp’s grain stores were flooded, the losses severe. As a grain official, he neglected his duty and even abducted civilian women. As a Ministry of Revenue official, I have the authority to punish his crimes. Not only that, but I will also report this to the court. Mr. Mu, you fail to keep your subordinates in check, what should be your punishment?"
Dugu Wu said lightly.
"Hold on. There’s something odd about this flood, someone must have sabotaged the dams. I’ve figured it out, it must be Sister-in-law Li, ever since she and those villagers arrived, the camp was inexplicably flooded, I suspect she and the villagers from Xinqi Village are spies sent by the enemy!"
Mu Nianzhi spoke as inspiration struck.