Chapter 11648 — The Three Ancestors Still Won't Move
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Yet Wei Zhao, a mere mid-stage Earth-Rank Venerable, appeared on the surface to be trapped by them, when in reality it was Wei Zhao who had launched the offensive.
The dragon soul split into three, each striking at one of the old men.
For all the strength of the three ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate, the instant the dragon soul touched them, they all felt a primal fear in unison.
Every hair stood on end; their flesh crawled.
It was as though some lower creature had suddenly laid eyes on an existence at the very top of the food chain!
"What's going on? What's going on?"
The three ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate were on the verge of losing their minds, instinctively trying to release the ropes—but bizarrely, they could not let go.
On the surface, they had trapped Wei Zhao; in truth, Wei Zhao had them under control.
Inconceivable.
Unwilling to accept it, the three made ready at once to withdraw the energy ropes and start over.
But they could not withdraw them at all.
By now the situation had evolved into a contest of cultivation between the two sides.
Only this cultivation was not cultivation in the ordinary sense. After all, at the Venerable tier, one directly commands the power of rules. In terms of sheer force alone, every capable Venerable is inexhaustible—unless their own vitality is spent, there is simply no possibility of their power running dry.
This contest of cultivation was, in essence, a contest of each side's understanding of the nature of power.
Whoever understood it more deeply held the advantage in wielding power, and thus naturally held the upper hand in the clash.
And judging by the scene before them, superior and inferior were plain at a glance.
The dragon soul split into three, and despite being outnumbered, it had pressed almost to the chests of the three ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate!
The three ancestors were horrified in unison.
As ancestors enshrined by the Prince of Qi's Estate through the generations, they were old monsters through and through, their credentials even deeper than those old monsters who had emerged from the Inner Royal Court.
Across such vast ages, and themselves the finest of the finest, carefully cultivated by the princely estate, their understanding of the nature of power ran far deeper than that of ordinary cultivators.
To say nothing of the profound legacy the Prince of Qi's Estate had passed down through the generations.
Legend had it that the Prince of Qi's Estate had once received a fortuitous gift bestowed by a deity-level powerhouse.
By any measure, Wei Zhao facing them should have known only one-sided annihilation.
Yet now it was exactly the reverse.
This kind of clash was originally the most risk-free and unsolvable of killing fields.
No matter how one flaunted their might outside, no matter how many tricks or trump cards they held, once dragged inside there was nothing but execution awaiting them. Not a single named expert of the Inner Royal Court today—old monsters included—had the slightest possibility of breaking it.
Who could have thought it would flip on its head with Wei Zhao?
Still, the three ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate were no dead fish, and especially in this shrine, their home ground, while their strength was restricted, they also gained an enhancement on another plane.
So long as the ancestral shrine of the Prince of Qi's Estate stood, they were undying beings.
Thus, even though they held the lower hand at this moment, it did not mean they would lose because of it.
On the contrary, once it settled into an all-out war of attrition, compared to Wei Zhao, alone and unsupported, they were all the more likely to laugh last.
That was their confidence.
"Boy, I have a proposal—how about we pause for a moment first?"
The tall old man spoke suddenly.
Wei Zhao grimaced in astonishment. "Huh? You can call a timeout in the middle of this thing? You think this is a competitive match?"