Chapter 11649 — The Gaunt Elder on the Other Side Said
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Wei Zhao nodded. "Then we wear each other down."
"…"
The Three Ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate exchanged a wordless look.
Was this bastard made of gristle or what?
To be fair, they truly were undying and indestructible here. That claim came with conditions, but it was not much of an exaggeration either, and it was indeed highly probable that Wei Zhao could not outlast them.
The trouble was that, as the side already losing ground, the Dragon Soul was planted right before them, steadily eroding and dismantling the very root of their vital essence.
Given enough time, their vitality being gravely wounded was a foregone conclusion.
Even if they did grind Wei Zhao to death in the end, it would be a clean case of both sides ruined.
And beyond that, the attrition would inevitably drag on and on. At this particular juncture, the Prince of Qi's Estate could be set upon and bitten at any moment by someone piling on the misfortune, and once that happened, the outcome would no longer be theirs to decide.
At a time like this, steadying Wei Zhao first, shaking hands and making peace—even forging a new alliance—was not something they could not accept.
At worst, it would cost them a little face.
Between face and substance, the Three Ancestors of the Prince of Qi's Estate could still tell which mattered more.
The tall elder could only plead with bitter earnestness, "Going on like this will only ruin us both. I trust you are a clever man, and having come this far, surely you are not content to have others fish in the fire and rob you while it burns?"
Wei Zhao found it amusing. "That is a very reasonable argument. But you gentlemen strike when you please and stop when you please—would that not leave me rather without face?"
The Three Ancestors were caught between laughter and tears. "Is this a time to be thinking about face?"
Wei Zhao smiled. "Face may be an insubstantial thing, but one does need a little of it. Besides, in my case there is no small amount of substance behind the face, and I have no intention of simply giving up what lies within easy reach."
"Within easy reach, is it! What a grand tone!"
The Three Ancestors were instantly enraged. "We soften our words for the sake of the greater picture, and you take it that we are truly yours to devour? You presumptuous, ignorant wretch!"
Wei Zhao blinked and offered no explanation.
What the Three Ancestors understood as substance was the whole of the Prince of Qi's Estate. They assumed Wei Zhao was simply that arrogant and reckless, convinced he could swallow them whole.
Little did they know that the true substance in Wei Zhao's eyes was not the Prince of Qi's Estate at all—it was precisely the three of them!
The Prince of Qi's Estate was certainly a great house with vast holdings, and if this round could be brought off cleanly, it would indeed bring a surge in overall strength to the whole of Wei Zhao's camp.
But in Wei Zhao's eyes, the gains from all that paled beside what this very clash could yield!
It was indeed a war of attrition. On the surface all was calm, yet in truth it was perilous beyond measure.
One careless move, and he could well set himself ablaze.
Yet precisely because of that, Wei Zhao had the chance to put ten thousand years of experience and insight into practice.
Every second he spent wearing down the Three Ancestors helped him deeply comb through his understanding of the essence of power—and some of that understanding was downright revolutionary.
After all, until now he had been building carts behind closed doors within the Sinner's Frontier.
Even with the natural dimensional advantage in depth of understanding that came from being an Ancient God cultivator, much of it remained his own conjecture and fancy. Some of it was brilliant, but much of it was unreliable.
Now, with real combat to verify it, he could swiftly separate the wheat from the chaff.
That alone was a rare opportunity not to be bought for any price!