Chapter 11668 — Wei Zhao's Eyelid Twitched Slightly
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Everyone froze at once.
There could still be a reversal?
The three old monsters were taken aback as well.
By any reasoning, in Wei Zhao's state whatever he did was bound to run straight into their guns, bound only for a faster death—how could he possibly evade?
But they soon spotted the clue.
Hidden upon Wei Zhao's person was a vast sea of personal fortune—and it was now draining away like mad.
In just that instant, the fortune he lost exceeded tens of millions!
Put plainly, Wei Zhao was burning through fortune at a frantic rate to forcibly shore up his own personal luck!
Whether counting the accumulation from his days at the Institute of Rule Design or his recent devouring of the entire Night Central Palace, if the question was who held the most personal fortune, Wei Zhao could claim second—and none in the Inner Royal Court could claim first.
It was no exaggeration to say Wei Zhao was now the richest man in fortune in the Inner Royal Court!
Truly wealthy enough to rival a nation.
To use this dumping of fortune, pitting personal fortune against the great tide of the entire Inner Royal Court's fortune—such a thing, in anyone else, would be sheer fantasy; but for Wei Zhao at this moment, it was not impossible.
Still, it was no long-term plan.
Burning tens of millions of fortune every second—even for the present Wei Zhao, such madness could never be sustained for long.
Once his personal fortune was spent, he would only die more miserably.
Many grasped this and promptly wore looks of gloating delight.
They dared not take the field themselves; at their level, they had not even the courage to speak loudly before Wei Zhao. But so long as they could watch Wei Zhao come to grief, they could be thrilled beyond the heavens.
Such is human nature.
"What is the point of dragging it out this little while longer?" the mad old man mocked after his attack fell wide once more.
Wei Zhao answered with great solemnity: "There is a point. More and more will grow restless and be unable to hold themselves back."
Hardly had the words fallen than four more mighty auras of old monsters joined the fray.
The whole hall erupted in uproar.
It had been three against one, and they had already pronounced Wei Zhao's death sentence; now it was seven against one outright. If Wei Zhao could still survive this, the entire Inner Royal Court might as well blow itself up on the spot.
But for the three old monsters who had struck first, this was plainly no good news.
Wei Zhao had been a gift package meant for three to split; now all at once it was for seven. Even if they prevailed in the end, the reward in their hands would be drastically reduced.
The crux was that if Wei Zhao were allowed to keep stalling, ever more old monsters were bound to join in.
By then, the variables would be enormous.
The seven old monsters at once reached a tacit understanding, and a formation for the kill took shape in an instant!
Yet at this moment, the corner of Wei Zhao's mouth curled up instead: "That's about enough."
A mass of incomparably dense purple qi abruptly welled from his palm, and any power of the rules that touched it—strong or weak—dissolved and melted away in an instant.
The killing formation wrought by the seven old monsters was, incredibly, pierced through with ease.
Watching this strange yet familiar sight, a horrifying thought abruptly burst into the minds of everyone in the Inner Royal Court.
Anti-rule power!
"How is that possible? How could he have anti-rule power? Is he one of the Heavenly Gate?"
Some of the elders recalled, after so long, the terror of being ruled by anti-rule power in those years.
At the same time, somewhere deep in the mountains, Xia Qiyuan watched this scene from afar and was likewise dumbstruck.
As the closed-door disciple of Xia Chao, he knew full well that he alone was the sole heir of anti-rule power.
Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched slightly.