Chapter 4934 — The Legend of North Island

But in this moment he was struck dumb, staring blankly. Even if you beat him to death, he never would have imagined that Wei Zhao could actually unleash a Lightning Funeral. What on earth was going on?

Though lightning-type cultivators were exceedingly rare, with his experience and breadth of knowledge he had certainly encountered them before, and all told they were indeed far stronger than ordinary cultivators. But to unleash a Lightning Funeral? What kind of normal person could pull off something like that?

Never mind a mere early Xuan-sheng cultivator—even a Kaishan-stage titan whose specialty was lightning would have no way to employ such heaven-defying means, surely?

Those legendary top-tier lightning-type spirit beasts might still hold out a sliver of hope, but this boy was plainly a human cultivator. The Alliance Chairman's eyesight was not so poor that he could not tell a human from a spirit beast.

For all his suspicious misgivings, the Alliance Chairman had nonetheless glimpsed a thread of the truth. From the moment Wei Zhao had begun retreating so single-mindedly, he had sensed something was off, and now, looking back, it was clear as day that the boy had been using the time to brew up a great move—and Zang Zili, that foolish woman, had been utterly blind to it all, letting her opponent grind out this earth-shaking Lightning Funeral!

As the strongest person present, the Alliance Chairman had guessed aright: this was exactly what Wei Zhao had done. This Lightning Funeral was, plainly put, an upgraded version of the Thousand Thunder Blasts—except that he had applied the profound principle of the true qi bomb, continuously condensing all the lightning power within his body, and thus assembled an ultimate grand move!

You must understand that what lay hidden within Wei Zhao was not merely his own lightning power, but also the immense electric force left behind again and again by the purple lightning of the vengeful spirit's primordial spirit. Add to that Wei Zhao's conversion of his own endless true qi into lightning power, and once the two were joined, he poured them all out at once in the form of the true-qi-bomb version of the Thousand Thunder Blasts—the astonishing effect of which you can well imagine.

There was no help for it. Faced with a Kaishan-stage titan like Zang Zili, one had to resort to this near-extreme method; otherwise, at best one could only leave the opponent in a sorry state, as before, without inflicting the slightest real harm.

Of course, had Zang Zili been replaced by any other Kaishan-stage titan, Wei Zhao very likely would not even have gotten the chance to brew up this ultimate grand move, much less defeat the enemy in a single stroke as he did now!

Unlike the earlier Thousand Thunder Blasts, the Lightning Funeral not only far surpassed it in power but lasted far longer as well. After Zang Zili was struck, her whole body was drawn up into midair, convulsing and thrashing madly, amid which were mingled screams of agony that made one's scalp crawl.

Wei Zhao nodded inwardly. The vitality of a Kaishan-stage titan was truly formidable; an ordinary Xuan-sheng expert—even one at the Xuan-sheng great perfection stage—could not withstand a single instant of an ultimate grand move like the Lightning Funeral, which was near to the might of heaven itself, and would likely be blasted to flying ash in the blink of an eye. Yet Zang Zili could still show such torment.

At a time like this, to endure torment was itself a kind of strength, for those of insufficient strength would not even be qualified to endure it.

Just then Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched. He had been keeping watch on the distant Alliance Chairman all along. The man had said from the start that he would not interfere, but Wei Zhao did not believe a word of such nonsense—and sure enough, the Alliance Chairman had finally been unable to hold back and made his move.

But he was not aiming at Wei Zhao; raising his hand, he sent out a supreme surge of force like a blue-green arrow, which forcibly cleaved the Lightning Funeral into two!

At the same moment, the Alliance Chairman's figure flickered and vanished; to onlookers it seemed he had scarcely moved at all, yet in his hands there was now a person—none other than Zang Zili, struck by the Lightning Funeral.

"So powerful!" Wei Zhao was shaken, clicking his tongue in secret amazement. Rumor had it that this Alliance Chairman was a Pidi-stage expert, standing above the Kaishan stage, and now it seemed the rumor was true. Otherwise, if he were merely at the Kaishan stage, even if he could handle the Lightning Funeral, he would not have done so with such effortless ease, surely?

Yet even so, the Alliance Chairman had still failed to save Zang Zili. At this moment the woman's whole body was wreathed in black smoke, her life or death unknown—just like the two unfortunate Libationers before her and Chang Laiting.

A deathly stillness fell over the whole arena, and everyone was dumbstruck. If Wei Zhao's earlier feat of cutting down two late Xuan-sheng experts had still been within the realm of their understanding, then this scene before them had utterly shattered the limits of what they could comprehend.

An early Xuan-sheng expert crossing an entire great realm to defeat an early Kaishan-stage titan-realm expert—since when had this world gone so mad?!

This was not merely inconceivable; it was a complete overturning of common sense. These people had not only never seen such a thing—they had never even heard of it!

It must be said that the Eastern Continent was itself a land where geniuses gathered. Geniuses who challenged beyond their level were rare on other cloud-tier islands, but here they were a dime a dozen, and examples of Xuan-sheng experts toppling Kaishan-stage titans were in fact not uncommon. But those were all renowned Xuan-sheng great-perfection experts—who ever heard of a mere early Xuan-sheng cultivator doing such a thing?!

Among the crowd, only Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao's expressions remained more or less normal. Though they too had been holding their breath for Wei Zhao just now, they knew that while crossing great realms to fight foes might seem earth-shaking to others, to Wei Zhao it was already routine.

Since he had been able to do such things before, now that he was an early Xuan-sheng expert, toppling a Kaishan-stage titan was hardly anything remarkable—it was, rather, only to be expected.

Looking at Zang Zili, her life or death unknown, the Alliance Chairman was dumbstruck for a moment, then his face turned grim as water. He looked coldly at Wei Zhao and said, "Boy, what do you mean by this?"

An oppressive pressure suffocating in its intensity followed close upon his words. Startled as he was, Wei Zhao was all the more certain of the man's strength: he was indeed no Kaishan-stage titan, but an expert of the next level up, the Pidi stage!

"Nothing much. Since she wanted to finish me, she naturally had to be prepared to be finished by me." Wei Zhao's expression did not change in the slightest as he met the man's gaze with perfect composure. "Besides, I said it earlier—before we started, I specifically confirmed with the Chairman, asking whether I would be held responsible if I beat her to death, and she herself said no. That was plain for all to see. Does the Chairman mean to stick up for her now?"

His words were reasoned and well-grounded, and the crowd watching from afar all nodded in agreement. At the time they had thought the fellow was merely talking nonsense; little did they expect that he truly had the strength to beat Zang Zili to death. What a freak!

Though North Island was not strong overall, it must be said that, one after another, it had indeed produced quite a few heaven-defying figures. Shangguan Tianxia and Zhang Lifeng were both household names throughout the Eastern Continent, and it seemed that from now on there would be one more legend of North Island.