Chapter 2839 — The Bizarre Illusion

Having decided this, Zhang Naipao did not cycle the mental method and oral formulas of the Thorn Divine Art; instead, he cycled those of the Infernal Yin Demon Fist. Seeing Wei Zhao closing in, he threw a punch and bellowed, "Infernal Yin Demon Fist!"

"Boom!" At that same moment, Wei Zhao's Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm slammed into Demon Eight, who stood not far from Zhang Naipao's side, entirely off his guard!

"You... pff..." Demon Eight stared at Wei Zhao in horror and unwillingness. He had never imagined that Wei Zhao, who was clearly attacking Zhang Naipao, would suddenly switch targets and go for him, Demon Eight. But by the time he realized this, it was far too late. Demon Eight watched helplessly as Wei Zhao's palm print landed on his chest; his breastbone caved inward, and a searing agony surged from his chest through his whole body. With a pained groan, Demon Eight was sent flying backward by the force of Wei Zhao's blow...

Unwilling as he was, he could do nothing about it. He wanted to curse Wei Zhao for his cunning, for refusing to play by the rules—yet suddenly he recalled that the very first time they had met Wei Zhao, in the inn's dining hall, hadn't Demon Nine been crippled in exactly this way?

But by the time Demon Eight grasped this, it was too late. He felt death's approach and knew that this time there was no escaping it.

Yet what thrilled Demon Eight beyond measure was that, in his dying moments, he witnessed Zhang Naipao unleash his ultimate move on Wei Zhao—the Infernal Yin Demon Fist! Even though he was dying, he was comforted: Brother Pao had avenged him!

Demon Eight landed heavily on the ground, closed his eyes, and passed away in peace...

A shaft of true qi shot from Zhang Naipao's fist, hurtling straight toward Wei Zhao's head!

Wei Zhao was alarmed on the instant, abruptly recalling what Feng Shihua had told him about Zhang Naipao's ultimate move, the Infernal Yin Demon Fist! Even Dongfang Bushu, a master at the late Heaven Rank's peak, had fallen prey to it. Wei Zhao was merely a late Earth Rank master; there was no way he could withstand this move!

But by the time Wei Zhao reacted, it was too late. He was in the midst of unleashing the eighth stance of the Frenzied Fire Eight Trigrams Palm against Demon Eight, and at that very moment the true qi shot from Zhang Naipao's fist sank into Wei Zhao's skull...

In an instant, Wei Zhao felt his head swim, and then he found himself standing in a strange world...

The scene around Wei Zhao changed abruptly, becoming something he found vaguely familiar—this place was actually X Island, where he had lived as a child with his master!

"Brother Ah Yi, it's terrible—Daddy's dead!"

Just as Wei Zhao stood dazed, unable to understand why he had suddenly returned to the X Island of his childhood training, a familiar, tear-choked, childish voice reached him. Wei Zhao looked up and found it was his teammate, his master's daughter, Yang Xiaoxiao!

"What? Master is dead?" Wei Zhao was startled and turned to Yang Xiaoxiao in bewilderment. Unawares, Wei Zhao seemed to have slipped into the role, as though he had returned to those years of training on X Island...

"Yes, Daddy's dead... Little Nine killed Daddy!" Yang Xiaoxiao said.

"What? Little Seven, you're saying Little Nine killed Master?" Wei Zhao's eyes went wide, and he stared at Yang Xiaoxiao in disbelief, full of shock and denial. Little Seven was Yang Xiaoxiao's code name within the squad.

"Yes, yes—but I've already killed Little Nine and avenged Daddy!" Yang Xiaoxiao said in her grief. "To think Little Nine was that kind of person..."

"What?! Little Nine... is dead too?" Wei Zhao felt that, all at once, this matter carried far too much information for him to take in, and his head threatened to split with pain! For this whole chain of events had gone beyond what he could bear!

"Brother Ah Yi, don't believe Sister Seven—it was her who killed Master, I saw it... Sister Seven is going to kill me to keep me quiet..." Wei Zhao was still struggling to accept it when he suddenly heard Little Nine's voice. He turned his head and saw Little Nine crawling toward him, drenched in blood. Her head... was actually severed! Only a strip of skin at the neck still connected it, and with every crawling movement it swayed to and fro, on the verge of dropping off.

"Ah—" Even with Wei Zhao's formidable mental fortitude, he could not help crying out in alarm. Her head was off, and she could still talk?

"Brother Ah Yi, look out..." Little Nine said suddenly.

Wei Zhao felt a sharp agony in his abdomen. He turned and saw Yang Xiaoxiao holding a dagger in her hand, plunged into his belly, while at the corner of Yang Xiaoxiao's mouth flickered a cruel, gloating smile...

"Little Seven... you..." Wei Zhao stared at Little Seven in horror.

"Hahahaha, I'm not Little Seven—actually... I'm Yu Ning!" Yang Xiaoxiao's face suddenly changed, becoming Yu Ning's—a face Wei Zhao knew even better...

"Xiao Ning... you..." Wei Zhao could scarcely believe it. How could Yu Ning kill his master, kill Little Nine? And why would she impersonate Little Seven?

Just as Wei Zhao was about to question her, he suddenly noticed that the scenery around him had changed again—it had become an African primeval forest!

And Yu Ning was now gazing at him with tender affection!

Looking again at Yu Ning, Wei Zhao saw that there was no dagger in her hand at all, and his abdomen no longer hurt. As Wei Zhao puzzled over this, Yu Ning suddenly said, "Ying, today is Valentine's Day..."

"Mm..." Wei Zhao answered, not yet recovered from his earlier shock.

"I like you," Yu Ning said. "But I know you can't be with me. So—what I cannot have, no one else shall have either. I want to die together with you, and then we can be together forever!"

"What?" Wei Zhao was dumbfounded. This was not at all like Yu Ning's style! As Wei Zhao wondered whether Yu Ning had lost her mind today, a lion suddenly entered the cave mouth—and Yu Ning was in the midst of summoning it!

The lion came, and with one bite bit Yu Ning clean in half at the waist; her upper body went straight into the lion's belly, and only the remaining half of her body still gave out an eerie laugh: "Hahahahaha..."

Wei Zhao's breathing came fast and shallow. Watching the scene before him, he felt a chill crawl over his skin. Even with his rigorous training and extraordinary psychological fortitude, he still could not quite accept seeing the woman he loved bitten in two by a lion.